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minute. So I lay on his chest so I didn’t seem confrontational and said what was on my mind.
    â€œYou know, Lavante, I appreciate you coming by, but you seem to be overlooking the fact that we had plans and you just stood me up and—”
    â€œAllure, shut the fuck up.”
    I sat up to look in his face. “What?”
    â€œListen. You have no influence in my life either way. You not mine, not my woman, and I sure as hell am not your man. So I’ll do what the fuck I want,” he snapped.
    He was stating the obvious, but the shit still cut me. He was talking to me like I wasn’t shit. Like I didn’t mean anything to him. And basically I didn’t. He was shrinking my self-esteem by the second. Well, what was left of it after dealing with Greg. “Why are you talking to me like that?”
    â€œBecause I can.”
    â€œNo, you can’t.” I stood, and so did he. He proceeded to dress himself.
    â€œI don’t need this shit on my day off. You want to argue all the time. That’s why your ass is alone. I could be doing better things.”
    I tried to look unfazed by his words, when inside I wanted to crumble. “Cool!” was all I was able to get out, because I feared my voice would tremble and I would start crying. I had learned long ago that tears meant nothing to a man. There had been so many times in the past when I had cried after Greg had put his hands on me or had talked about me so bad, the emotional pain matched the physical.
    He looked me up and down like I wasn’t shit. “There’s too many women out here for me to be dealing with your childish ass! For every chick that’s not willing, there’s about five that are. Your pussy may be good, but it ain’t that good. Oh, and there’s a whole lot more I can say about you.”
    A voice rang out in my head. Apologize. Tell him you’re sorry, or you’ll end up alone again tonight! But I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him talk to me like that—like I didn’t mean a damn thing to him and it was so easy for him to walk out on me. I watched him dress in silence.
    â€œMay I look in your mirror, make sure I’m straight?”
    I ignored him and put my clothes back on.
    â€œFuck it, then.”
    He left my house without another word. I walked behind him and almost begged him to come back. Almost.
    That night I felt horrible—loneliness grabbed me and I couldn’t shake it. My fingers itched to call Lavante, but I fought hard and didn’t do it. I would just have to get over him. The next day, after going to work and school and picking up Sierra, I cooked a meal of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, and string beans for Sierra and myself. I read her a book before I put her to bed, and I went to bed shortly after she did.
    Later that night my phone started ringing, waking me out of my sleep. I snatched it off my nightstand and answered.
    â€œI’m at your door. Let me in.”
    It was Lavante. Although this might sound dumb, despite the fact that he had blatantly disrespected me and put me down, I was happy he was at my door, because it would kill the void that had been present in me since he left. To me that void took precedence over the bad things he had said about me.
    I went to the door and let him in.
    He strolled inside and searched for me in the dark. “Baby, why are all the lights out?”
    I ignored him. “I thought you had several other women to choose from. Why are you at my fucking house?”
    He ignored me and searched for the light switch in the dark. When he found it, he flicked it on. “I know you not still tripping off earlier today.”
    â€œShould I not? Look how you came at me!”
    â€œListen, I didn’t come over here to argue.”
    â€œBut—”
    He kissed my lips and grabbed my right breast, shutting me up. “I don’t care what you say. Come here with all that fussing.” He