Free I'd Rather Be Single 2 by LaShonda DeVaughn Page A

chest.”
    “What kinda wack shit is that?”
    She dodged the throw pillow I tossed at her. “Everyone ain’t thirsty like you, Miss Thang.”
    Knock ! Knock! Knock!
    T he knocks at the door interrupted our conversation. I peeked out the peephole, noticing Emma standing nervously. She was rubbing her chin and biting down on her lips.
    "It's Emma ," I said to Dalia.
    She ran to her room because she was still in her towel.
    I widened the door. “Emma, is everything okay?” I asked.
    She didn't even look up at me. “Tyra, can you put on some shoes and come down to the parking lot with me?”
    “Sure.” I said, confused. I didn't know what the fuck was going on.
    I threw on some flats and followed Emma to the lot.
    Emma's voice was shaky when she started to explain the situation once we approached my car. “Someone heard a loud noise, and then saw an individual flee in an all-black vehicle.”
    “What the fuck!” I yelled. I was livid! Someone had thrown a brick into the passenger side window of my car.
    “Emma, I’m getting real tired of this shit! I know I may have had some late rent payments in the past, but I’m all caught up now, so I expect to feel safe in my home. How did an unmarked car get past the security gate? This is the second time some crazy shit like this has happened to me. First, my house gets robbed, now my car gets vandalized?”
    “We are sorry , Tyra. The authorities have been notified, and we are beefing up on our security.”
    “Yes, you do that!” Shattered pieces of my window continued to fall onto the pavement. I was beyond pissed! I stormed past Emma and went back into my apartment. I had some choice words for Dalia.
    She was dressed in some skinny jeans and a blue sweater that hung off one of her petite shoulders.
    “ So what happened?” she asked, brushing her hair into a ponytail.
    “Your bitch ass ex- boyfriend is at it again!”
    “Huh? What do you mean?” She asked confused.
    “He bust ed out one of my car windows!”
    “He couldn't have , Tyra. He don’t even know what kind of car you drive.”
    “Obviously , he does! He knows where we live, and he’s probably stalking you. I drive you to work every time we have a shift together, so I’m sure he knows what kind of car I drive by now Dalia.”
    “Well , I’m sorry. I told my father to handle him! I didn't know that he would come and fuck with us again.”
    “Well , the nigga hasn’t been handled yet, and this shit stops today. I wasn’t the one sleeping with that nigga, so I shouldn’t have to be the one who gets fucked up in the game over your relationship ending.”
    “You know what, let's just calm down. I'll put on some turn-up music, pour us both a glass of wine , and we can discuss this without yelling."
    "Do I l ook like I wanna turn-up? Your ex-boyfriend got me turned the fuck DOWN right now."
    Dalia threw up her hands.
    "Okay, well listen, we both have today off, and rather than sit here and listen to you bark on me about something that’s out of my control, I’d rather spend my day with Seary."
    “Bye!” I screeched.
    She stormed into her room. I heard her telling Seary that she was on her way over. Ten minutes later, I heard the front door slam, and I was glad that she had left. Still pissed at what happened, I laid in my bed, fuming mad! Her psycho ass ex-boyfriend shouldn’t be interfering into my life. I wasn’t the one who used to fuck him; he was doing way too much.
    I sent a text to Courtn ey explaining what happened.
    Don’t let me catch that nigga, I’ll break his fucking face!
    Babe, you have too much to lose, I would never let you do that.
    Why didn’t you tell me that he broke into your house? I shoulda been the first person you hi t up.
    B abe, you have too much to lose, so I didn’t want to involve you. But I handled it. my insurance is replacing everything.
    Well I just finished working out. I’m gonna pick up some sushi and bring it over? That cool with you, you like sushi?
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