"That’s right, Devin. What’s you’re rush?" Qianna asked, and stepped in front of him. "Since you’re here, you might as well relax, have some fun. You know, like we used to. You remember how good we were together."
"I got places to be. I don’t have time for this now," Devin told her, and he tried to go around her.
"What you talkin’ ’bout? You always got time to get this pussy. You know how much you love gettin’ this pussy." Qianna looked at me. "You want some of this dick, don’t you, Avonte?"
All I could do was nod my head. Sex was the last thing on my mind, but I definitely didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want to be alone with her. After coming here and finding Devin, I didn’t know what she would do.
"Well I don’t. I told you, Qianna. I’m through with you," Devin said.
"So you too good to get this pussy now; that what you sayin’?"
"Not too good, just not interested."
"Well, get the fuck out then. You ain’t the only dick in town," Qianna said angrily.
Once again, Devin started for the door. "Please, Devin, don’t go. Don’t leave me—’’
"What’s goin’ on here?" Qianna looked at Devin, and then she turned to me. "You told him, didn’t you, bitch?"
I looked at her but didn’t answer.
"Answer me!" she screamed.
"Yes!" I screamed back. "I had to talk to somebody. I’m just so scared."
"What you scared of?" Qianna demanded. "I told you nothin’ was gonna come of that shit."
"She’s scared of you. I know you crazy, but you ain’t that far gone that you can’t see that she’s scared of you." Devin said, and came to stand by me.
"So you told this nigga. This nigga? Bitch, please. This the last mutha fucka you needed to be talkin’ to ’bout that shit. He ain’t gonna care. Not after what he did."
"What are you talking about?" I needed to know. I looked at Devin. "What did you do?"
"Nothing, Avonte. It’s not important now."
"Oh, you didn’t tell her about your shit, did you, nigga?"
"Shut up, Qianna."
"Fuck you, nigga. I say what the fuck I wanna say, and ain’t shit you can do to stop me."
"What did you do, Devin?" I asked again.
"Ask him about his wife, Avonte," Qianna urged.
"What about her?"
"Nothing, Avonte. It’s nothing at all, nothing for you to be concerned with." Devin stepped toward Qianna. "You need to shut the fuck up."
"While you here spillin’ your guts to this nigga ’bout me, he ain’t tell you ’bout his shit."
"What happened to your wife, Devin?"
"She’s dead!" Qianna said.
"I said shut up!"
"You killed your wife?"