“You might as well say what you have to say now, because even if Tisha do leave, I’m going to still tell her word for word about what just happened,” Ka’lani said.
I looked at them both for a while, and I figured that I might as well say what I have to say, since she put it that way.
“Well, I just want to say that I’m sorry about what happened that night. I was just acting out because I was mad. Finding out that you were my sister was too much, so I just did that so you could hurt like how I was. When I think about it, I’m glad you heard the whole conversation that went on that night between Tyrone and I, because I wouldn’t want to be the reason you guys get a divorce,” I said sincerely.
Ka’lani did a sarcastic laugh, and Tisha’s ass damn near choked on her damn drink from laughing so hard at what I just said. After getting their laughter under control, Ka’lani started to talk.
“You don’t have to worry about being the reason my husband and I would get a divorce. I won’t give you that much satisfaction. And you don’t have to be thankful that I heard your conversation with him. Tyrone wasn’t going to fuck you regardless. He comes home and fucks me good every night and trust me, he needs all his strength when dealing with me. You could never fuck my man. I’m not even mad about that though, that whole situation is comical to me. I just find it to be disrespectful to try and get with somebody and you know damn well that they got a family at home,” Ka’lani said.
“Okay, and I’m apologizing for that. I really am sorry. We are sisters, whether we like that shit or not. I just want for us to get along and for me to be able to get to know my niece,” I said.
“Well, I forgive you, but will I forget? Hell no! I still don’t trust your ass so we’ll see, in due time,” Ka’lani said.
After our food came, we ate and the only conversation was between Tisha and Ka’lani. We paid for our food and went our separate ways, saying that we would meet up again soon. I felt like Ka’lani would forever resent my ass, that’s why her ass kept throwing slick shots at me all damn night. It’s cool, because I was in the wrong when it comes
down to it, but it was only so much that I was going to take before I snapped back on her rude ass.
Kyla
Lately, I had been walking around the house just so fuckin depressed. Ever since the whole thing went down with Cevon and me, I just couldn’t seem to think straight. My girls kept asking me what was wrong with me whenever I would go into the shop, but I couldn’t muster up the courage to tell them. I guess you can kind of say that I was a little embarrassed. All my friends had the perfect relationship, and here I was getting cheated on by a nigga that I been with for years. I just can’t understand why Cevon felt the need to lie about something like that. I think I would have felt a whole lot better if he would have just kept everything 100 the day that I asked him about the situation. I mean, I wouldn’t even have had a reason to leave him because that was something that had happened in our past. He took it upon himself to lie to me, and because of that he was going to suffer the consequences.
Lately, Cevon has been calling and texting me, but I have been straight up ignoring his ass. He even took it as far as having flowers delivered to my house, but I threw all of them in the damn garbage. I felt like we didn’t have anything to discuss at this point. He lied and I cannot trust him after that. No telling what else his ass has been lying about, either.
I was in my car on my way to the salon, and I really didn’t feel like going. I wasn’t in the mood to be around a bunch of people. All I wanted to do was stay at home, curl up in my bed, and eat a big bowl of my Ben & Jerry’s vanilla ice cream. I pulled up to the salon, and I spotted all my girls cars parked in their normal parking spaces. I applied a little gloss to my lips and headed to the door.
“Hey everybody,” I said walking in and giving everyone a dry hi.
Everyone spoke back, and I walked to the back of the salon to put my purse inside of the back office. Not even a good five minutes after I was in there, Tisha came in behind me and closed the door behind her.
“Kyla, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Tisha asked me.
“Nothing,” I said, avoiding making eye contact with her.
“Girl, yes it is. Lately you been walking around here looking like a fuckin zombie. I tried to give you your space but damn, how long am I supposed to sit back and watch my girl hurt and I don’t say anything about it?” Tisha asked.
I looked at Tisha for a minute, and then eventually I just started crying uncontrollably. I was hurt to the core. I’d been walking around the past couple of weeks with all this weighing on my heart and not talking to anyone about it.
“He.hee...cheated on meee,” I sobbed.
Tisha walked over to me and held me for five minutes. I couldn’t stop myself from crying for shit. I swear, I felt like a weak bitch for crying over this man.
“Kyla, please stop crying girl. Just tell me what happened,” Tisha begged.
After finally getting myself together, I ran everything down to Tisha. From seeing Monica that day at the mall, to running into her again that day at the car wash, up until confronting Cevon about it at the studio.
“Damn, so what you going to do?” Tisha asked me once I finished telling her everything.
“I don’t know, what should I do? I hate his ass, but I miss him so much. Am I dumb for still loving him?” I asked, wiping away at my tears.
“Girl no! That’s your man. It’s normal that you still love him. Yes, he lied and made a mistake, but you got to be able to forgive him if you want to get him back. It’s not even like he just cheated on your ass; that shit is old, so don’t go around telling people that. He lied about something that he shouldn’t have,” Tisha told me, wiping away at my tears.
“Okay, so you think I should go pay him a visit tonight?” I asked her after I had stopped crying.
“Where is he going to be? Tisha asked.
“Most likely at the studio,” I told her.
“Then yeah, we going to come with you too, just in case some shit go down,” she told me.