Page 8 of Legend's Legacy
Rage flooded me, and I crawled away from him to escape his reach. When I got far enough away, I jumped up from the floor, and he stood in the doorway with one hand on the doorframe and one hand on his hip.
“I asked where the fuck you’ve been all night. How ya ass just getting home and it’s after three in the afternoon? And don’t bother saying you’ve been by here, because I’ve been here since I left the studio last night. You never came home. Besides, you’re still wearing that ho dress you wore last night.”
I scoffed. “I guess you would consider it a ho dress since the ho you were with last night wore a knockoff similar to it. I’m so tired of all your games. I’m tired of us, Regal. You’ve hurt me too many times. You cheat repeatedly and lie to me about everything. You play in my face like I’ve got Parker Brothers written all over it. I’m not your board game.”
“You won’t even let me have sex with you anymore. It’s been four months. The fuck I’m s’posed to do?”
“You figure that shit out. If you refuse to use a condom, you get no booty. Oh, wait. Joke’s on me, because you’ve definitely been getting it, just not with me.”
Because he refused to use a condom to protect me with all the hos he’d been with, I refused to have sex with him.
“Man, I ain’t playing with you, Legacy. You better tell me where the fuck you’ve been all night,” he demanded as he followed me to the walk-in closet of our two-bedroom apartment.
“I was out doing the same thing that you were.”
“What?”
“I was fucking a nigga,” I replied dryly.
I swear I didn’t see it coming. He backhanded the hell out of me, leaving me stunned. The pain was so instant, I felt like my jaw was disconnected, and I was certain that my eye would turn black if it weren’t already hanging out of the socket.
“You hit me. I can’t believe you hit me!” I screeched loudly.
“That ain’t all I’ma do if you don’t stop playing with me. Now, where the fuck were you?”
Angry and hurt, I replied, “I fucking told you where I was.”
He rushed me and started choking me. I kneed him in the nuts and then shoved him out of my way. Rushing to his drawer, I pulled out his gun and pointed it at him. Regal had insisted I learn how to shoot when we first became involved. He wanted to ensure that I could protect myself in the event of an emergency if he weren’t around.
He had recovered in the time it took me to run out of the closet and find his gun. He stopped in his tracks when he saw it aimed at him.
“If you come near me again, I swear on ya grandmammy’s grave, I’m gonna put a bullet in your cold ass heart.”
Regal held his hands up in the air. “Come on, baby. Quit fucking playing with me.”
I held the gun up just above his shoulder and shot the wall behind him. He screamed like a bitch and fell to the floor.
“Legacy, please, baby. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not your regular bitch, Regal. I don’t play about nobody putting their hands on me. My mama and daddy gave me all the whuppings I’m gonna get. If they didn’t beat sense into me, then it’s never gonna happen.”
“Baby, I’m sorry. What you want from me, Legacy?”
“Get your ass out of this apartment right now!”
“Okay. I’m getting off the floor. Please don’t shoot me.”
He slowly stood with his hands still in the air. I kept the gun on him and remained at a distance, but I followed him until he grabbed his car keys and left the apartment. I locked the door, put the chain on, rushed back to the bedroom, and grabbed as much as I could. When I checked out the front window of our apartment, I saw that his car was gone.
After I grabbed as many bags as I could and loaded them into my car, I hid his gun in the trunk and raced out of there. I had no doubt someone might call the police. I didn’t want to be therewhen they arrived, and I definitely didn’t want to go to jail for shooting in the apartment.
“Thanks for lettingme come to stay with you, sis.”
“You should’ve buried his bitch ass,” Zenobia replied, hugging me after I set my last bag on her living room floor.
“I look good as hell in orange, but I’m not interested in anybody’s name on my back. If it ain’t Dior, Versace, Chanel, or Westwood, I don’t want it, boo.”
“Get your crazy ass in here. Bam, Z’s here!” she shouted.
