Free When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him by Cachet Page A

property, so I decided to follow you down here.”
    “Um,” I stared at her, still confused by what was going on. “I’m sorry, but you must have me mistaken for someone else.”
    Now at that point I wondered if the bitch was looney. Don’t get me wrong, because I ain’t afraid of nobody, and I will post up with anyone who comes at me crazy, but this bitch was coo coo for real. Jackie had admitted to following me from the job and all the way down the street to the restaurant. She then waited for me to eat and then confronted me outside in the parking lot, just because she claimed I was playing on her phone. Although it was funny in my opinion, it was also insane and I hoped like hell that she wasn’t seriously tripping over no dumb shit like that.
    Then it dawned on me that she mentioned my truck. That piqued my interest because I used to let Terry use it whenever he was having issues with his car. Nah, she can’t be talking about my Terry, I remember thinking to myself. There wasn’t anything special about my truck that would make it stand out. In fact, there were hundreds of the same model and color in our city alone, so I wondered how she was certain that she had the right person? Thinking back, I don’t know if it was stupidity, or me just not wanting to believe her, because she know my truck, my man and my name, so why the hell did I think that she was mistaken?
    I didn’t even bother to say anything after that because as soon as I saw her take out her earrings and remove her jacket, I unhooked my seat belt and climbed out my truck, closing the door behind me. Whether Jackie was wrong or not, I wasn’t going to let the bitch get the upper hand.
    “Don’t play innocent now, bitch!”
    “Hey, you can stop with all the name calling,” I advised, still trying to remain as calm as possible. My colleagues were around, and I really didn’t want to cause a scene, even though it looked as if Jackie wanted that. “I told you that you got the wrong person.”
    As soon as those words left my lips, my head snapped back. The bitch punched me in the face and followed up so quick, that before I knew it I was sliding down my truck’s door getting my ass beat. Like I said before, I’m no punk, but the hit that she threw came out of nowhere and dazed me for a minute. As I fell to the ground, I reached out and tried to grab ahold of her, but couldn’t get a good grip because she was jumping around like she was a fucking pro boxer and shit.
    Jackie continued to stand over me swinging blow after blow, and all I could do was put my arms up and try my best to protect my head and face. No matter what I did or how I maneuvered my body, I just couldn’t get up, so I just laid there powerless as she wailed on me. Talk about feeling weak. I mean, that bitch was kicking my ass, and it wasn’t shit I could do about it. When I heard Naomi’s door open and slam shut, I breathed a sigh of relief because I hoped like hell that she was coming around the truck to get the crazy ass heffa up off me.
    Naomi didn’t get a chance to step in, because a few seconds later Jackie was lifted off of her feet. One of the guys from our department named Keith had seen the commotion and came over to help. While Jackie was being pulled away, she stuck her leg out and kicked me in the face. My head flew back and bounced off of my truck door, instantly giving me a headache. I attempted to stand up, but was only was able to make it on my knees. Somehow Jackie was able to get loose from Keith’s grasp, and she quickly ran over toward me again. While still on my knees, Jackie grabbed a large chunk of the micro braids I was wearing at the time, and jerked me toward her. I fell forward and landed flat on my stomach.
    I screamed and scratched at her hands, as she pulled me along the graveled parking lot a few inches. She had a death grip on my hair, because I recall feeling like my scalp was on fire. Since I was only dressed in a pair of thin scrubs, the