Page 135 of Save Room for Us

My worst nightmare had come true and that was having to deal with two Primes.

“Thank you.” Prime scoffed, shaking his head as he scooped up some of his mashed potatoes.

“Oh, and what are we here for,Chianti?” I shot a look at him, hoping he felt the imaginary daggers right in his chest. I’d been waiting for his bitch ass to address me.

“For you to explain where you been and what yo’ intentions are for showing up now,” he spat almost. “Not for all this petty shit and jealous ass questions.”

“Jealous?” I exclaimed.

“Oh my goodness.” Banks shielded her eyes in exasperation.

“Why would I be jealous of my son’s girlfriend?” I continued on.

“’Cause that’s how you operate, Nori.” Prime chuckled. “You jealous of any woman prettier than you and in the same room as you.”

“Watch out, son. He may wanna fuck Miss Stazi, because he ain’t never satisfied with what he got!” I snapped.

“Bitch, you and me are not the same!” Lisara chimed in, and I noticed Banks take out her phone to record what was about to ensue on the low.

“Aye, y’all chill the fuck out! We not here for this shit, Nori!” Asif barked, voice thundering over the room and quieting everyone down with authority.

“You’re right, baby. We all got questions, like why the hell you told him about my connection to Sarika, Chianti! You just couldn’t wait to make him hate me!” I shouted.

“I ain’t have to make him do shit! You made the shit easy on yo’ fucking own, Nori!” Lisara placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder to calm him. It worked, as he shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. “The kids asked what happened to her, and we kept shit real. Wasn’t nobody trying to maim you, aight? Like I said, Asif got his own impression of you, courtesy ofyo’ actions.”

“Okay, well, Asif, since you’d like to know what happened back then, did they tell you Lisara only married your father to use his insurance for her kid? She didn’t even love him; she just married him for his money and his connections, and he fell for the shit,” I ranted.

“Okay, you need to leave.” Lisara stood up. “You’re not about to be in my house talking crazy, not unless you’re ready to back it up, and we know you’re not.”

“Fine.” I got up. “Asif, I just don’t want you believing their little fairy tale love they act like they have. The shit was built on lies and disloyalty. She broke up our family, and he let her.”

“Nah, my pops was loyal to you, too loyal, and if he fucked around on you, it was because you pushed him to do the shit,” Asif stated calmly, making his girlfriend look at him. It was nice to see she didn’t like his comment.

Tearing up for some reason, I said, “No. I gave that man everything, even shit I didn’t want myself. I took care of him when he was sick and carried his child at the same time, and that nigga repaid me by fucking my best friend consistently and then leaving me for another woman.”

I saw shock register on Asif’s face, realizing Prime had forgotten to mention him fucking Tangie in the midst of his storytelling of what happened way back when.

Scooting back in his chair and standing, Asif replied, “You gotta go.”

Walking toward him, I begged, “Baby, please do not let this and them tear us apart and make you cut me out. I love you, and I am sorry for how I was back then. I?—”

“You gotta go,” he repeated, looking down into my face, seemingly unmoved by my tears and pleas.

I nodded, giving Lisara and Prime one more look before storming out. I didn’t even get to finish my food, which I was pissed about.

Leaving the house, I hurried to my car, wanting to get the fuck out of there and not wanting them to see my vehicle.

Tonight had gone nothing like I expected, my emotions pouring out and ruining it all. I tried to remain tranquil, but seeing Prime and imagining he and his wife poisoning Asif with their narrative made me act out.

I cried the entire drive home. Not just because I felt all the emotions of back in the day, but because I didn’t know if I’d ruined things with Asif or not, and I wanted the money and lifestyle he could possibly give me.

“How did it go?” Brian asked as soon as I entered the bedroom of our somewhat quiet home.

Plopping down on the edge of the bed, I shook my head. “Very bad. Me and his father got into an argument.”

“About what?” Brian’s brows furrowed as he sat up, cutting on the bedside lamp.

“Just him! He did me so fucking wrong and ruined my fucking life but acts like I’m the worst person in the world! No other bitch would’ve stayed with him while he was sick, but I did!” I screamed, making Brian shut the door so I wouldn’t awaken Blaire. “I was young and had my whole life ahead of me but chose to play nurse to a nigga who eventually dogged me out! I carried his child when I didn’t even want one! I enduredhis bad attitude while he was sick and depressed, the lack of sex, damn near being a single mother because he was too weak to do shit, and I could go on all fucking day! Yet, after all that, he left me for the first bitch he saw a future with!

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