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bathroom and called Terrence’s name again. He was good for falling asleep after some good sex.
“What the fuck,” Bright said out loud to herself. “Where the hell is Terrence at?” Once Bright was fully dressed, she grabbed her cell phone and called Terrence, then she looked out the motel window to see what was going on. Catching a part of the action, Bright’s mouth flew wide open as she watched a madwoman swing a bat repeatedly at Terrence truck, while she yelled and screamed at the top of her lungs at him. She was a sickly looking woman that stood about five feet seven inches tall; she was dark-complexioned, with what appeared to be a long, jet black wig, and had a skinny frame. Bright thought, Damn, is Terrence out here turning bitches out on dope or something? First Netta, now this bitch outside...what the fuck? I popped an E pill with him a few times, but I'ma need to start watching what this nigga be putting in the weed before I be next.
“Tell me what room you got this little bitch hiding in right now, Terrence, or I'm taking all these windows out!” She demanded in a loud squeaky voice. “Does the bitch know you’re a fucking married man!” she yelled in his face.
“Tameka, put the fucking bat down, baby, I ain't here with no fucking female! I keep tryna tell yo ass that... I'm here on business, and you making me look bad out here,” he said trying to calm his wife of eight years down.
“Business, my ass!” she yelled, hitting the hood of his truck, leaving dents with each blow. “I told you if you cheated on me ever again I was divorcing yo sorry ass, I'm fucking tired of this shit and I can't believe you'd do this to me after everything I've been going through!” she yelled, punching him with her free hand.
“Hit my muthafucking car one more damn time, Tameka, and you gone make me hurt you out here!” Terrence said heatedly as he grabbed his cell phone from his pants pocket. It was a good thing he ran an operation out of this particular Motel 6, otherwise he would have been stone cold busted. Terrence called his homeboy and asked him to come outside to holler at his wife, because she thought he was at the motel cheating instead of handling his business. After his homeboy came outside of the stash room and met them in the parking lot, Tameka cooled off and apologized to Terrence for her behavior. Then she hopped in her Beamer, and left the parking lot.
“Damn, all this for a fucking piece of pussy,” Terrence said, looking his truck over with his homeboy.
His boy nodded his head in agreement. “You should have
taken that shit from her my nigga, 'cause on the real, babygirl fucked yo shit up. You gone end up having to buy another one,” he said.
“On everything!” Terrence said, boiling on the inside.
Bright had had enough. She knew she had a man and was playing Terrence, but how could he go on seeing her without letting her know that he had a wife? Feeling betrayed, Bright sucked up her anger, grabbed her things, and then made her way out of the room. She had already called a cab to take her home, but she needed to grab some money from Terrence before she cussed his ass out and left.
“Ice baby, come here!” Bright yelled out to him from their motel room.
“Fuck! I hope she didn't see or hear that shit Tameka came over here with,” he sighed, backing away from his partner, before walking back into the room.
His homeboy just nodded his head.
Terrence walked in the room observing Bright closely. “What’s up Beautiful? What you doing?” he asked, not sensing any animosity from her.
“Nothing,” Bright smiled. “Just got out the shower. “You ready to take me home? It's almost time for my mama to go to work.” she said as a devilish grin appeared across her face.
Terrence looked at the time on his cell phone. “Yeah it is about that time, huh?” He was familiar with her mother's work schedule.
“Yelp, you still gone give me that money before we leave?” she asked with her hand