Page 4 of Make Me Forget

I ran out of there, grabbing my purse and keys on the way out the back door. By the time I hopped inside my vehicle, he was at the door, begging me to hear him out. He could go fuck himself. There was nothing I cared to hear him explain. I started the engine and put it in gear, threatening to run his pathetic ass over before he got the hell out of my way.

I found myself at Madison’s, downing drink after drink while a band played live music. I hadn’t been able to stop the tears. The alcohol probably wasn’t making it any better. It was only allowing me to feel every ounce of vulnerability. I wanted to call my parents, but I didn’t want them going after him. Price Daniels didn’t play about me… ever. He would kill Mesani if he knew.

Instead, I called Kendrall. The phone rang a couple of times before he answered. “What’s up, girl? You miss me already?”

“Mm hmm. What’chu doin’?”

He was quiet for a second, then he asked, “You drunk?”

“Naw, nigga. Why?”

“You drunk, Cassie. Where you at?”

“You coming meet me, baby?”

“Yep. You drunk as fuck.”

I frowned, trying to figure out how he realized that. My speech didn’t sound slurred to me at all. Shit! I called him baby. As I struggled with what I wanted to say, he said, “You ain’t gotta tell me. We share locations, remember? I’m on my way. I can’t have you fucking up that G-Wagon or that pretty ass face. Stay put.”

He ended the call, and I noticed my nipples were hard as hell. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm my nerves, then opened them and downed the rest of my lemon drop. When the waitress appeared, she asked me if I wanted anything else. Since Kendrall was coming to get me, I supposed I could get another drink. I got another lemon drop and started to groove to the music. I didn’t know what the hell they were playing, but that didn’t matter.

By the time she came back with my drink, I saw Kendrall approaching my table. That was fast as shit. “Damn, did you fly here?”

He slowly shook his head and sat across from me. “I was going to meet Jacob at The Park on Calder when you called. I came through Sour Lake because I had to go to the feed store. You caught me right when I was crossing Major Drive. So I was right there. Na, why you in here getting fucked up?”

I downed my drink like it was a shot as he stared at me. “We’ll talk about that outside.”

I quickly asked for one more as the waitress was passing and told her to close my tab afterward. Giving my attention back to Kendrall, I said, “You look good as hell. Who were you going to meet besides Jacob?”

He chuckled. “Shiiid, apparently you. But I don’t go nowhere half stepping; you know that shit. I could have met my future.”

I rolled my eyes. “Bullshit.”

He frowned slightly. “Why you say that?”

“Because you want me to be your future. Until you can let go of that shit, no one you meet will be good enough.”

The waitress set the drink in front of me, along with the receipt for me to sign, and wished us a good night. I downed that drink and signed the ticket then tried to stand from the chair. Kendrall stood as well, making his way to me before I busted my ass on this floor. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at him, but he quickly looked away and helped me out of Madison’s to his truck.

After helping me inside, he walked around to the driver’s side and got in, immediately turning to me. He glanced at my cleavage then asked, “What’s up with you? Where I’m taking you?”

“Take me to your house, and I’ll tell you.”

“Cassie, don’t fucking play. I know you drunk, but I’m the type of nigga to take advantage of that shit.”

I could no longer hold in my cries at that point. I was fucking with him because of how I was feeling. I was out at a bar, with my shirt unbuttoned halfway down, to show off my amazing cleavage and to seek attention from the opposite sex. I didn’t need validating, but I supposed at this moment, I did. I needed to know that I wasn’t lacking.

“Fuck. Baby girl, what’s wrong?”

“I walked in on him… fucking somebody else. How could he fucking do that to me?”

He sat back in his seat and started his pickup. I sucked up my emotions before I threw up all over his truck. I didn’t need to start feeling sick, adding to my grief. As he drove, I glanced over at him. “Kendrall, what makes a man cheat?”

“Immaturity, baby. Greed, and the ease of it. Some niggas just wanna do shit ’cause they can.”

“It’s fucking stupid.”

“It is.”

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