A Dangerous Love 2: Can't Let Go

by J Peach

  “N’all, man. Come on, it ain’t even like that, Peaches. G, I ain’t fuck that damn girl,” he insisted.

  “Blaze, why you lying? You just said you did,” I repeated what I heard.

  Shaking his head, he held me tighter. “No, I didn’t, man. I said so what if I did. I ain’t fuck her, I was about to, but we ain’t fuck. So calm yo ass down, man, damn.”

  I just looked at him, I didn’t know if he was lying or not for the simple fact that I didn’t understand why she would lie on her shit?

  “Whatever, can you let me go, please?” I was done, I just wanted to go.

  “Fuck you explaining shit to her fah, Blaze? This how we rockin’ now?” Ol’ girl yelled, walking toward us.

  See this bitch is begging me to tap that ass real bad.

  “Bitch, I’m where it’s at and he knows that. This is me all damn day. Don’t let a fuckin’ moment you had with his ass make you think you’re official, hoe. You wasn’t shit but a distraction fuck, with yo dumbass.” Realizing what I said, “Bitch, you ain’t even fuck ’em, so get yo thirsty ass the fuck gone. Oh, and best believe he will be getting those keys,” I told her.

  “Bitch, you come get ’em from me,” she screamed, hyped.

  Oh, okay!

  “Blaze let me-.”

  “Nah, Peaches, chill. Krystal, shut the fuck up man, damn. Get yo ass up outda here, fah real. Don’t nobody have time fah that stupid shit.” Blaze snapped at her, looking pissed. But he didn’t seem to want to let me go.

  “N’all, that bitch,” strike three, “wanna talk shit. Bitch, bring yo ass over here,” she yelled, still walking up.

  Kneeing Blaze in his balls, I ran up on Krystal, knocking her ass in the face.

  She immediately started swinging back, her only mistake was that she let me walk her dumbass back and once that ass was on that picnic table, shit got crazy.

  Grabbing that bitch by her throat, I started to pound into the side of her face with every ounce of strength I had. Not gon’ lie, I gave her props because she wasn’t stopping. Baby girl kept swinging and bucking her hips trying to throw me off her. But I wasn’t letting up, she brought this on herself. All she had to do was shut the fuck up, which she didn’t.

  “Peaches!” Someone yelled before I was being pulled back. There was no way I was letting go, I wrapped her hair around my fist, yanking her up with me. “Peaches, let her go.” Fuck that, this bitch gon’ pop slick after I gave her ass a pass. Not with me she ain’t! Bitch got life fuck’d up. For a few seconds she stopped moving and my fingers were soon pried from her as I was yanked back harder. My foot came up and I kicked her in the face.

  Once that happened ol’ girl came at me again and I kicked her ass in the stomach as she swung, making her hit my shoulder. Feeling the sting, I kicked her in the mouth one last time before someone grabbed her.

  Missy jerked Krystal away from me and started pounding into her ass.

  “Bitch yo gon’ pull a blade?” Missy snapped as she swung, getting loose, I went to Missy.

  “N’all, Miss let her go.” I pushed Missy from Krystal as I reached on my side. “Bitch you wanna slice? Huh?” I was reaching for my gun, but it wasn’t there. She had better been glad because, I was about beat her with it. I was able to kick her twice in the face before I was pulled away again. “I’m done, let me go.” Once loose, I snatched Blaze’s car keys off the ground. “Dumbass bitch, next time somebody gives yo triflin’ ass a slid, take that shit and shut the fuck up.” I stomped on her side one last time, then moved away from her.

  “Peaches, the fuck wrong with you kicking me in my dick with yo dumbass?” Blaze yanked me to him, then slapped me hard across the face. I went to hit him, but my back hit a parked car as his hand went to my throat. “Calm yo ass down! I dare you to hit me again.” The slant to his eyes held a promising threat that silently begged me try him.

  Pissed off and all, I calmed just a little.

  “Blaze, let me go. And you bet not touch that bitch or take her ass home, she better walk! Get the fuck off of me.” Pushing Blaze away, I started walking again until a thought hit me. His ol triflin ass was gon’ help her once I was gone.

  “Wait, what the fuck happened?” King asked with a flushed Ebony by his side. Those two were so busy fucking that they missed everything.

  “Nothing at all. Blaze, bring yo ass on, nigga. You ain’t slick.” I snapped at him while grabbing his arm. “Y’all have fun, we gone. Bitches, call me later.” With a wave, I was walking away, dragging Blaze with me. To be completely honest, I was surprised he didn’t put up a fight and was actually letting me drag him away.

  “Peaches, man, slow up. Damn. Where the fuck you park at?”

  I didn’t say nothing, just kept walking.

  “Peaches, you don’t hear me talking to yo ass?” He snapped.

  Still nothing as we made our way out the Rex and down the few blocks to my car. Once there, I let him go, went to my side only to have him follow me.

  “So you ain’t talking to me now?” He asked, but I didn’t reply. I opened my door only to have Blaze slam it right back. “Man, I’m talking to yo ass.”

  “So what, you bogus as fuck on the real, man, Blaze, don’t even talk to me right now, just get in the car.” I didn’t want to talk to him at the moment. I was still pissed and it was taking everything in me not to walk back over there just to whoop that bitch again for cutting me on the shoulder.

  “Peaches, I’m telling you I ain’t fuck—”

  “But you did something with that damn girl for her to come at me the way she did. I ain’t stupid, Blaze, far from it. You can’t lie to me.”

  “I didn’t fuck her, it got close but we ain’t fuck. So what, though? From my understanding yo ass said it was cool because we ain’t together. So why the fuck you mad?” He said, throwing my words at me.

  “Blaze, get out my face.” I was pissed already but more so with myself that I told his ass that.

  “N’all, man. You just flipped the fuck out back there fah no reason,” he exclaimed in a serious tone of voice.

  No reason?

  “No reason? Blaze, seriously you fuck’d that bitch.” Pushing him against the car I got in his face.

  “I didn’t, but so what if I did? Yo ass said—” He started saying nonchalantly.

  “I didn’t mean that shit literally, you dumbass!” I screamed at him. I swear I just wanted to hit him again.

  “Well, yo ass said—”

  “So fucking what? That didn’t mean go out and do the shit, God! You know what? Just go back to your party, Blaze, and do you. Take that how you want to,” I was so done. I didn’t like the jealousy, the anger, the like I had for him. It was simply too much and I wasn’t used to it. I honestly didn’t know how to handle it.

  I was getting so mad about all those different emotions that I actually felt like I wanted to cry because I couldn’t deal. It was teeth grinding frustrating to the point that I wanted to scream. To make it worse, I hardly knew him.

  Shaking my head, I looked away from him, about to open my car door again.

  “You just gon’ leave? Peaches, I’m not gon kiss yo ass. I told you I ain’t fuck that girl. Why she said that shit, I don’t know. But I ain’t gotda lie on my dick,” he insisted.

  “Blaze, I believe you. But I don’t do this, like fo’real. How I know next time we have words yo ass ain’t gon’ run out to find some bitch—”

  “Peaches, we ain’t together. So why should it matter, baby girl?”

  “You right, it shouldn’t. Do what you wanna do, Blaze, okay? It’s late and I have a class tomorrow, so I gotda go.”

  Throwing my door open, I threw my tote bag into the passenger seat before getting in myself. After checking that no cars were coming, I pulled off fast.

  God I hate this!

  Chapter 18

  Peaches

  “You sure you okay? Because I can stay,” Kim offered.

  “Girl, gone fo’real. I’m cool, plus I g
ot homework I need to finish. So go, I’m fine,” I told Kimmy as my other three best friends stood around my living room, watching me as I held Cherry. “You know what? All you bitches get out my shit, like for real, I’m good.”

  “We just making sure. I mean, from the way yo ass went in on Blaze and ol’ girl, something ain’t right,” Ebony pushed. “So, what’s up Peach?”

  “Okay, my feels were slightly hurt. I did tell him he could do what he wanted because we weren’t together. I just didn’t expect him to actually go and do anything,” I told them, shrugging. I didn’t want to stress over whether it happened or not.

  “Well it didn’t—” Missy started and I rolled my eyes.

  “Bitch, how you know?” I asked her.

  “If yo ass would shut up… Thank you. Now, after you left he came back pissed and snapped on her ass fah lying. Then he made her walk home. Bitch, you did a number on her. Ol’ girl face is all fuck’d up. Bitch nose and mouth was bleeding, shit was nasty,” Missy said, shaking her head and I shrugged.

  “I ain’t gon’ lie, I may have whooped her ass, but that bitch rocked the fuck outda me in my right eye, shit hurts,” I laughed as I rubbed my sore eye.

  “Yeah, she got yo ass good. You over there looking a little purple under the eye,” Ebony said, laughing as I kicked her.

  “Bitch, you wrong. This shit hurts, but shid, her ass better stay away from him, otherwise she gon’ get that ass beat again. Same goes for him,” I was so serious. I didn’t mind fighting for what was mine.

  “Missy was telling me about that, I was laughing so hard. You done whooped both they asses, damn. I hate that I missed that shit, ugh,” Ebony said and I looked from Angel to Missy then Kimmy and we broke out laughing.

  “Bitch, if yo ol’ nasty ass wasn’t so busy tryna get fuck’d, you wouldn’t have missed shit. Nasty ass,” Kimmy told her, leaning against Angel, laughing.

  “Fuck y’all! You know what? I don’t have to take this shit,” Ebony said, getting up.

  “Now yo nasty ass wanna leave? Nuh uh, bitch, sit yo ass down!” I pulled her ass back down on the couch. “Wait, when her and King’s ass finally show up, my bitch was hot in the face, hair every which way, with her shirt inside out and backwards.” I laughed harder as I slapped my leg.

  “Bitch, you seen me for a second, how you know my shirt was backwards?” She asked the obvious, making us laugh harder.

  “It’s still on wrong, dumbass!” I laughed out, pointing to shirt.

  “Fuck y’all bitches, I’m gone. I have to work tomorrow anyways,” she said, pushing my legs off her then standing up.

  “Hope y’all nasty asses used a condom!” I said.

  “Fuck you, and I’m taking this,” she quickly grabbed my tote bag, dumped the contents on the table, and took off.

  “No, bitch, fo’real!” Hurriedly, I jumped up to go after her, but fell over my book bag, landing on the floor. “Ebony, I’ma beat yo ass! Bitch, give me my shit!” I yelled, pushing myself up and running to the front door. As I swung it open and fell down again, I ran smack dab into Blaze’s chest hard.

  “Damn, move yo ass out the way, she got my stuff!” I snapped as I got up again, not even bothering to go after her because she was gone. The laughter behind me only pissed me off more. “That shit ain’t funny, y’all asses just gon’ sit here while she steal my stuff. Ugh, y’all are not friends.” Saying that just made then laugh harder. “Get out my house, all y’all. Including yo ass, Cherry,” I laughed as my kitten jumped off the couch and walked to the back with her tail up high like, ‘bitch ain’t talking to me.’

  “Trick, we were leaving anyway,” Angel said before looking over my shoulder and laughing. “Hey. sexy caramel. Bet yo ass won’t go creeping again, huh? Got that ass whooped.”

  Missy and Kimmy burst out laughing at Angel’s words as I chuckled.

  “Man, shut the fuck up and get yo black ass out.” Blaze snapped at Angel and she paused with her mouth slightly parted before looking at me.

  “Nuh uh, nigga. Who the fuck you think you talking to? Boy, you better act like yo ass knows who I be before I get Peaches on that ass again. The fuck,” she said, snatching up her bag. “Let me go before I have to cut me a nigga, disrespectful ass mothafucka. Peaches, beat his ass again, he just pissed me off,” Angel fussed.

  My lips pursed together as I shook my head at her.

  “Yo ass is crazy. Bye, girl,” I said, hugging her, Missy, then Kimmy. “I’ma call y’all tomorrow when I get out of class. Y’all bitches better help me get my shit from Ebony’s hoe ass,” I said, and Kimmy shook her head.

  “Bitch, you might as well charge it to the game. We all know once Ebony take something, that hoe ain’t giving it back. She still got my Coach bag,” Kimmy said as I walked them to the door, she was right though, that bitch never gave shit back with her black ass. “Be good Peach, no fighting. Bye,” Kimmy waved, pushing me back and closing the door in my face.

  “Trick!” I said before going back to the living room where Blaze sat. I stood there for a minute because I knew sitting next to him, I would be expected to talk which I didn’t want to do. Not right then anyways, because I didn’t know what to say exactly.

  “Yo ass just gon’ stand there?” He asked, looking at me.

  Running a hand through my hair, I let out a sigh before walking to the couch opposite him.

  “Man, quit playing and get yo ass over here before I slap the shit outda you,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

  “No, because I’m mad,” I looked away from him.

  “I don’t give a fuck, get yo ass over here.”

  I didn’t say anything, nor did I look at him.

  “Boss, make me get up. I’ma beat yo ass,” Blaze sat up and I quickly got up.

  “Boy, gon’ somewhere. I was coming, don’t nobody got time to play with you,” I said, walking over and pushing him down on the couch. “I don’t wanna talk to you.”

  “The fuck yo problem is?” He asked. “N’all, man, fah real. Yo ass confusing as fuck, yo. What is this? If we gon’ be cool then this shit you pulled ain’t go fly, sweetheart, no lie. It ain’t gon’ be too many times I let you put yo hands on me—”

  “My hands wouldn’t have been on you if you hadn’t fuck’d that bitch.”

  “I didn’t fuck her, but so what if I did? I ain’t with you nor are we fucking. We friends, right? Ain’t that the shit you was spitting at me? If we gon’ be friends yo ass ain’t got no fucking right jumping the way you did,” Blaze exclaimed.

  I hopped off the couch so fast. “You did not just sit here and tell me what right I had. Blaze, since I’ve met yo ass you done took it upon yoself to make my fuckin’ business yours. So don’t sit here telling me what right I don’t have. Nigga, if it involves yo black ass. I got every fuckin’ right to know. If you don’t like it, so fuckin’ what. You can kiss my black ass, na. And if I found out yo ass been with that bitch or any other chick, I’ma fuck you up. What the fuck you thought this was? Baby, you started this, now I’m in. Ain’t no going back.

  “Daddy, the moment yo ass took it upon yoself to replace Sly, you became mine whether you realize it or not. So don’t come in here telling me I had no fucking right when I have every. Fuck outda here.” He had life fuck’d up the moment he introduced his dick to my pussy. Shit got real then. The fuck wrong with him? I wasn’t no loosely ass hoe he was gon’ play with. I took my shit serious. Fuck! “We still ain’t together. And what?” I snapped, muffing his ass.

  “Peaches, get the fuck out my face,” Blaze said, pushing me back, making me fall onto the table.

  “Don’t be fuckin’ pushing me. Nigga, don’t be mad because yo ass got caught—”

  “We ain’t together, so how the fuck I get caught, Peaches?” He snapped and I jump up in his face again.

  “So fuckin’ what? I told yo ass we weren’t together, but even that ain’t changing shit. Yo ass still here, Blaze. Look around, you in my shit tryna explain yo fuckin’ self. Nigga
yo ass claimed and we still ain’t together. But bet no bitch touch, smell, taste my shit, nigga my dick.” I grabbed his dick just to get my point across.

  The shocked look that came across his face told me he didn’t expect me to actually grab, jerk, and slightly squeeze his shit. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing. But it really wasn’t a laughing moment, I was being serious as hell.

  “Peaches, boss, let my shit go.”

  “My shit, and I’ll let it go when I wanna,” Blaze suddenly pushed me hard.

  “Get the fuck off me with yo dumbass. Yo ass ain’t running shit but yo fuckin’ mouth. You got me fuck’d up with that bullshit you spittin’. Yo ass better sit the fuck down and realize who the fuck you talking—”

  “Nigga, yo ass don’t scare me. The fuck wrong with you? Push me again, nigga, I dare yo ass to,” I snapped, getting back in his face.

  “Peaches, get the fuck out my face.” He muffed me and I punched his ass, only to have him grab me by the throat, throwing me on the couch.

  “Blaze, get off of me!” My hips bucked wildly as I screamed at him.

  Blaze bit into his bottom lip, his hold tightening. “First, calm yo ass down.”

  “Blaze, get up!” I yelled, but he wasn’t moving.

  “Shut the fuck up and once yo ass calm down, I’ll get up.”

  Sighing, I rolled my eyes. “I’m calm, okay. Now get up,” I told him.

  “Peaches, I ain’t playing with yo ass, if you touch me I’m fuckin’ you up, on everything. Got me?” The hard look he was giving scared me slightly and I knew he would probably beat my ass this time.

  “Okay, damn,” I gave in. Once he let me up, I stood to my feet then jumped at his ass like I was gon’ hit him.