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door would still be closed and locked, but to his surprise it was wide open and Farrah was nowhere to be found.
    â€œFarrah!” He searched the bathroom and their bedroom frantically, to no avail.
    Each second that passed and her angelic face wasn’t in his presence, Mills lost his willpower to breathe. She couldn’t be gone. He had to find her. His life depended on it. Without her he was lost. His whole existence would add up to nothing. They’d finally begun to get it right. There was no way he could lose her now.
    â€œFarrah!” he yelled, racing into the living area.
    There he found her with a duffel bag on her shoulder, about to unlock the door and leave.
    â€œHold up! Where you going?” Mills’s voice cracked as he ran to block her path.
    Thankfully, his years of athletic training paid off and he was able to slam the door shut before she could escape.
    â€œMove, Mills.” Farrah cocked her head to the side and rolled her eyes.
    â€œCome on, Bay, you gotta at least let me explain,” Mills pleaded. “After everything we been through, you at least owe me that much.”
    No he didn’t , Farrah thought, feeling her heart slice open.
    Before Mills knew it she had reared her hand back so far she and Jesus high-fived, then she slapped him so hard his bottom lip began to bleed.
    â€œI don’t owe you shit!” Farrah’s bottom lip quivered. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? You have destroyed me! For a year you have sat there and lied to my face over and over again like it ain’t nothin’! What—you get some kind of sick-ass pleasure in hurting me?”
    â€œNah, it ain’t even like that,” Mills tried to clarify.
    â€œShut up!’ Farrah slapped him again. “You don’t get to talk!”
    â€œYo don’t put yo’ hands on me no more,” Mills warned, stepping into her personal space. “I understand you mad, but don’t put yo’ fuckin’ hands on me!”
    â€œOh, you supposed to be big and bad now! Fuck you! What you gon’ do? Have a baby on me! Oh, wait!” Farrah placed her index finger onto her chin and thought.
    â€œYou already did that. So tell me?” Farrah stood back on one leg and crossed her arms. “When exactly did you fuck her? Was it while we were together or after we broke up?”
    â€œThat ain’t even important.” Mills hesitated to tell the truth.
    â€œIt’s obvious it’s not important to you, but it is to me! Come on!” She dropped the duffel bag to the floor and held her hands up, as if to say, Bring it on . “You wanted to talk, so let’s talk! Be real for once in yo’ life! Was it good? Was it everything you wanted it to be?”
    â€œFarrah,” Mills clenched his jaw. “I love you. I swear to god I ain’t mean for none of this to happen. I fucked up, but if you’ll give me a chance to make it right I put that on everything I will.”
    â€œAre you fuckin’ kidding me?” Farrah screwed up her face. “I give you a chance to speak and that’s the dumb-ass shit you say! What don’t you get? I’m done fuckin’ wit you! There will be no second chance! I’m done! Me and you are finished!”
    â€œStop—you don’t mean that.” Mills shook his head.
    â€œOkay, if that’s what you wanna believe.” Farrah shrugged her shoulders, then bent down to grab her bag.
    â€œWhat the fuck are you doing?” Mills lost it and took her into his arms and held her tight. “You ain’t going nowhere. You my baby. I love you. We can work this shit out.”
    â€œThere is nothin’ to work out.” Farrah struggled to break loose. “Now get off of me!”
    â€œCome on, Bay, just calm down.” He tightened his grip on her. “Just breathe. Can we just breathe for a minute?”
    â€œFuck breathing! Can’t you see