Free The Fight by L. Divine

she’ll never tell. She looks like she could’ve been a supermodel, like Iman or Naomi Campbell, but much thinner.
    I then give her the rundown on Trecee, KJ, and my suspicion of Misty’s hand in all the early morning drama.
    Ms. Toni lifts my chin, gives me a tissue to wipe my tears, and has a serious look on her face when she speaks to me. “Well, sweetie, as much as you might like to blame everything on the girls, remember KJ’s hand is in this too. Had he been upfront and honest with you about Maisha and Trecee from the beginning, there would be no room for this kind of mess. KJ’s the person you have a problem with. Focus on getting this straight with him and hopefully the bull with the girls will work itself out.”
    She’s right. All KJ had to do was tell the truth and things might not be so twisted now. KJ could’ve been more honest with me through our entire relationship. But no, he just couldn’t let me know what he was doing before all this blew up in my face. That would’ve been too much like doing the right thing, I guess.

7
    Let Me Know
    â€œIf you ever feel the need to wonder why
Let me know.”
    â€” AALIYAH
    T he main problem between me and KJ is communication. He tries to communicate his player BS to me, and I communicate back that he’s full of himself. That’s why we started arguing in the first place.
    His super large ego is another reason we don’t really get along that well. It’s bigger than any I’ve ever seen before. This brotha thinks he’s the king of kings in the flesh and that all women should bow before his majesty. I tell you, he’s too much for me most of the time.
    The real problems began when he started mistreating me. Brothas always treat me real nice in the beginning, but then they get comfortable. They start feeling like I owe them something. And that something is always the cookies.
    Well, I’m not ready to give up my virginity anytime soon, especially not because he’s picked me up from work a few times. What the hell? KJ also thinks I should feel blessed and honored to give it up to him, because so many other girls want to have the chance.
    KJ would ask all the time, “When you gone stop playing hard to get and give it up, Jayd? Why you being such a goody-goody, huh, Jayd? You know how many broads want to get at this?” and on and on and on. I heard this madness for two months. Nellie thought I did the right thing by making KJ wait. Mickey, on the other hand, thought I was crazy.
    â€œJayd, that brotha is fine. You better jump on that.”
    â€œIt’s not that simple, Mickey.”
    â€œYou lucky he waited this long for you. Most cats would’ve been out weeks ago.”
    I didn’t want to admit it at the time, but she was right. Now I wonder if he was getting some from Trecee or Maisha on the side all along. I should have known something was up when he stopped picking me up after work. It used to be no problem, and then all of a sudden he couldn’t do it anymore. No explanation, just some lie about having to work later than normal.
    I found out it was a lie when my auntie Sonia picked me up from work one night. We stopped by his job because I wanted to surprise him. Of course, he wasn’t there. His manager said his shift never changed. It was the same as it had always been.
    I confronted him about his little lie on the phone that night and he accused me of checking up on him. This was our first big argument.
    â€œI ain’t used to no girl checking up on me, Jayd.”
    â€œI wasn’t checking up on you, KJ. You just happened to get caught in a lie and now you’re trying to twist this mess around on me, and I’m not having it.” I was so pissed at him, I almost threw the phone against the wall.
    â€œJayd, I never told you I was working late tonight. You assumed I was and went hunting me down like some crazy woman,” KJ says, lying through