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shit!”
    “Alright, you’ve said you’re tired a few times. What I wanna know is what it is you saying? You saying that shit over and over again to tell me something, so quit beating around the bush and spit it out,” he commanded, ready for her to really say what was on her mind. 
    Shanice took a deep breath. “I’m saying I don’t know how much longer I can take of this.”
    “Okay, but I don’t know what the fuck that’s supposed to mean. You still ain’t saying shit.”
    “Why do you have to be such an asshole?” Shanice burst out crying. “You don’t have to be so fucking evil towards me, Dre. I’m crying while explaining my feelings, and you’re acting like I don’t have that right. No matter what the situation is, I love the hell outta you and you always try to make me feel like shit because of it.” She continued to sob. “I know I’m not your precious Dominique, but I have feelings too, and just once, I would love for you to act like you care about them.”
    Deondre immediately felt bad because making her cry was not his intent. He did love Shanice, but at times, she could get on his nerves. Never did he want her to feel like he didn’t care because he did. “Look, you just need to just calm down. Quit getting yourself all upset about this shit. I said I’ll make it up to you.”
    Shanice sniffled a few times, “Wha… whatever, Dre—”
    “Aye, let me call you back,” he told her, cutting her off. Deondre quickly pushed the phone button on his steering wheel and disconnected the call from his Bluetooth system. With his eyes focused on the front of the house, he watched Dominique in the doorway with their son on her hip. She smiled when she saw him looking, pointed toward him and seconds later, DJ waved.
    “Huh-” Shanice asked, but never got a reply.  She didn’t realize that Deondre had hung up until she looked at her phone. “Aaahhh!” she screamed, “I swear I fucking hate him sometimes!”
    Shanice continued to sit on same spot on the couch crying. She stared at the adjacent wall in a trance as she thought about Deondre hanging up on her. No doubt it was because of Dominique, because other than her, there was no other reason for him to disconnect so abruptly. After a few minutes, the front of Shanice’s t-shirt was wet from all of her tears. Her shoulders trembled and snot ran from her nose, but she didn’t bother to wipe it away, because to her, there was no need. Once again, Shanice’s feelings were hurt. This was not the way she planned to spend her night at all. She and Deondre were supposed to be relaxing by the water in Myrtle Beach, and not close to seventy miles apart. They had made their plans a week ago. Shanice had given Deondre a pity party about never spending time with her, and he in turn promised to take her away on a short get-a-way.
    Deondre planned to lie to Dominique about where he was going, so that he and Shanice could do their thing without worrying about her popping up. Since it was a six-hour drive to South Carolina, instead of catching a flight, they instead were going to make it a road trip. The drive was actually something that Shanice had been looking forward to since the plans were made.  As the days drew closer, Shanice fed her mother the lie about going away with one of her other close friends, and of course, Mya took the bait. She was glad that her daughter had cut all contact with Deondre, so she didn’t mind keeping London until Shanice came back from her girl’s trip. Of course, the part about not dealing with Deondre was a lie, but Mya didn’t need to know that. Now that Deondre had cancelled their plans, Shanice didn’t know what she was going to do with the almost full week she had child-free.
    With her phone still in her hand, Shanice lit her screen up and entered her password. Her destination was to her call log, and when she saw the name she was looking for, she tapped the screen and put the phone to her ear. 
    “Hey bitch,