Page 70 of Devanté
“I need to be alone, Noa. I have to think.”
“Sit down first. You shouldn’t be driving when you’re this upset. I mean…we don’t know if the baby is his.” I tossed her a look and she smiled sheepishly.
“What other reason would he have for holding a baby and handing it off to a woman? I know damn well his sister didn’t have a baby.”
“Just breathe.”
“I don’t care what the story behind those pictures is. The fact that he neglected to tell me something so huge is enough.” I pushed a shaky hand through my hair and tried my best to gather my thoughts before I got in the car.
Noa kept trying to get me to stay and calm down but I needed to get away. Against her better judgment, she let me out of her house but she watched me while I got into the car and stood at the foot of her driveway until I disappeared over a hill and could no longer see her.
Devanté had a baby? A new baby too.
How the fuck could he forget to tell me something so big? Maybe I was wrong and he had changed into the suave asshole Noa mentioned. The tall lanky kid who proposed to me with a ring pop in third grade wouldn’t have kept something like that from me. Hell, even high school Devanté wouldn’t have kept something like that from me.
The closer I got to my house, the more weighed down I felt. My energy took a nosedive knowing I’d have to walk into my house and see Devin and his friends. If he had Kenzie in my fucking house I would lose my shit. Hopefully, the man had some modicum of sense rattling around in his empty head.
I pulled into the driveway and saw Devin’s car. Of course he was home. I guess all that looking for a job shit was a lie. As usual.
I got out and slammed the door behind me. My tight muscles felt ready to snap. A dull ache spawned between my shoulders and tumbled down my rigid spine.
My house was full of loud, laughing, over-grown toddlers. A deep thud that rumbled the walls of my house stopped me in my tracks when I walked into the foyer.
“What the fuck…” I muttered, rubbing my temples. I was about to snap. I’d had enough of Devin’s childish shit.
I went into the kitchen, got the biggest chef’s knife I owned, and walked into the living room where Devin and his boys were relaxing with motherfucking Kenzie. Her slender legs were draped over Devin’s on the couch while one of the Blue Boyz was sprawled out on the floor, which told me he was the culprit for the rumbling walls.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” I said, standing in the doorway. All eyes in the room jerked to me. The boisterous laughter was sucked out of the air.
“Yo! Blake, chill!” Devin hopped up and rushed over to me but stopped shy. He wasn’t as stupid as I thought he was.
“Nope. I’m done chilling. If you think for a goddamn second that I’m going to let you, your boys, and this bitch with Barney fur for hair lounge around the house I paid for…you got me severely fucked up.”
His boys started moving immediately. One after the other they left him high and fucking dry. Muttered excuses and half-ass goodbyes rolled from their mouths. Little Miss Purple Hair was still there looking clueless.
“Babe, calm down.” Devin tried to reach out to me but the moment he got too close I swung the knife at him. I was pissed for so many reasons. The fact that this sorry excuse for a man pushed me so far outside of myself, I was standing in my own house wielding a knife was making my brain hurt.
“Babe? I thought you said y’all broke up,” Kenzie smacked her glossy lips then anchored her hand to her slender hip. Devin’s frantic eyes bounced between us. He didn’t have to look at me for long because I was on my way upstairs to my bedroom, knife in hand. I was finally over his shit. I was beyond over it. Now, I’d turned into a crazy woman.
I tore open the closet door. The clothes inside trembled in fear. I snatched down every piece of clothing that belonged to Devin and threw it on the floor in a pile then I took the chef’s knife to whatever would be sliced.
T-shirts? Ripped down the middle.
Slacks? I cut dick holes in them.
Button-downs? I sliced open every fucking buttonhole until I got tired.
Hurried footfalls stormed down the hallway. I knew Devin was going to flip out and I was anticipating it. It still didn’t stop me from julienning his shit. Threads floated through the air like haze. It turned from an anger-fueled episode to cathartic and soothing.
“Oh my god! What are you doing to his stuff?” Kenzie’s voice wasn’t what I was expecting but why the hell would today go as expected?
I stood to my feet in the closet then turned to face her. “Get out of my house,” I said quietly. My knuckles ached from holding the handle of the knife so tightly.
“Devin lives here too. I don’t have to leave unless…” My sanity snapped. I charged at her with the knife and all I saw was a blur of purple rushing toward the door. Kenzie smacked into Devin’s chest and he moved her out of the way once he saw how close he was to having a diced and sliced girlfriend.
Blood rioted through my veins while my heart playedKnuck If You Buckon repeat. I was ready. Beyond ready.
“Blake! What the fuck?!” Devin’s voice thundered. His body flexed like he wanted to come closer to me but he didn’t trust it. I didn’t blame him. I didn’t trust myself either.
