Hope held the paper in her trembling hand. Her heart pounded with fear. She hoped that Harlem was being true to her, but from the note she read, she knew differently.
"MY QUEEN, YOUR LOVES PRESENCE IN MY LIFE, MANIFEST ITSELF IN ALL AREAS OF MY PERSON, AND BRINGS THE BEST OUTTA ME. ITS RARE THAT I MEET ANYONE THAT I WOULD CONSIDER MY EQUAL, BUT I HAVE (YOU) AND FOR YOU, AS A TESTAMENT TO WHAT WE HAVE, I AM DISASSEMBLING AND RESHAPING MY LIFE." Is what the note read, and on the other side was a number, 410-555-5559.
Hope called the number again, and again but she never got an answer. Her heart ached each time she read the note and she had read it over and over again. Hope read the letter and she cried until no more tears were left to pour out.
It was Harlem's handwriting, “WHY? WHY? I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down. How could you, Harlem”, she sobbed. “I thought I was your Pookie Bear”, she said crying uncontrollably.
Suddenly, she grew angry. “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH YOU CALLING YOUR QUEEN? I bet it’s that bitch house you were over when I called you and you claim that you were busy. What were you busy doing huh?” She said crying.
“I am not going to let you play me Harlem, I'll fuck your shit up first. We talked about this already... And HOW THE HELL IS SHE YOUR EQUAL? Oh, so she brings out the best in you”, she questioned the air as if Harlem was standing in front of her.
Hope was past mad, she covered her face with a pillow and screamed as loud as her lungs would allow her. She screamed as loud and as long as she could until her head started hurting.
She did this for about fifteen minutes. She almost didn’t hear the phone when it rang. She pulled herself together a little, but only enough to take the call. She hoped that it was the person she had been trying to reach, returning her call.
"HELLO!" She answered.
"Girl, what’s up?” her friend asked. “Oh! It’s you” Hope responded disappointed. "Damn bitch, what’s wrong with you? Why do you sound like that?” Jasmine asked.
"Nothing... Hope replied lying, trying to hide her truth.
"Are you sure because you don't sound like ain't nothing wrong”, her friend probed.
"I’m good” Hope somehow managed to get out right before she broke down crying in uncontrollable sobs.
“Ah Shit! I am on my way over there,” Jasmine said hanging up the phone. She knew that, that cry was the cry of a heart breaking.
She had heard it before. Jasmine and Hope were tight. They had nothing in common, but Jasmine was always there for Hope when she needed a friend most and that brought them closer together.
Jasmine didn't really have too many friends because when it came to dudes who dealt with the people who befriended her, she couldn't be trusted.
She wasn't in any shape, form, nor fashion, a looker and she didn't have the titties and ass that came along with the type of women who broke up happy homes, yet, she still broke up happy homes.
Some of them on purpose and others, well it just happened. So, what did she have? Jasmine had a hell of a head on her shoulders and it was a well-known FACT that she had the best head in West Baltimore.
By the time she got to Hope’s house, Hope was dressed and ready to get out of the house for a while.
Getting out she thought would clear her thoughts. She still looked like she had been crying and that something was wrong, but she was running on anger.
"C’mon! We're going to the market; I have to buy some food and shit. Then, lets just do whatever. I need a drink”, she said trying to mask her sadness.
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