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begged made my skin crawl. I walked into the house wondering how truly confused she had to be to be a woman dressed like a man acting like such a pussy.
    “No. I don ’t feel like talking, Rae. It’s five o’clock in the morning and I just want to get some sleep.” As I walked into the house and into the living room, I threw my duffle bag onto the floor. Then I told Rae, “Sleep on the couch.”
    “What ?!”
    She was behind me before I knew it , grabbing my arms so tight that my bones crunched in her tight grip.
    “Let me go!”
    I fought to get away. She fought to keep me in her grasp. I began to swing as much as I could, which wasn’t much.
    “You just gone leave me like this ?! It’s that easy?!”
    “Let me go, Rae!”
    “Is it somebody else? Who you fuckin’?!”
    I couldn ’t believe this bitch. I looked at her like she was crazy as I fought to get out of her grip. “Let me go, bitch!”
    “Who is he ?!”
    It was funny how Rae instantly assumed that this somebody else was a he.
    Just to be catty, I replied, “None of your fucking business! Now what?!”
    Bam !
    Her fist made rapid and hard contact with my eye. I fell to my knees , allowing a sharp cry to escape my lips as I held my eye with both hands. The punch hurt, but the fact that she hit me hurt much worse. I had never been hit before in my life, and for the first time to be with my live-in lesbian lover was further proof that my love life needed a renovation.
    I could hear Rae apologizing over and over again. I could hear her beginning to cry. I could feel her hovering over me, attempting to gently stand me up.
    “Get the fuck the out!”
    “Baby...”
    “Get the fuck out !! NOW!”
    I don ’t know if she realized how bad she had just fucked up or if she was listening to my anger, but she walked away without another word or any further argument. As I held my throbbing and swelling eye, I watched her solemnly walk out of the living room and towards the front door. The closer she got to the door, the more weight left my shoulders.
    As I heard the door open and close, it was amazing how , even with indescribable pain in my face, I felt the freest I had felt in years.

Simone
    “What is this bruise on her leg?”
    Blood rushed from my head as I strapped myself into the passenger seat of Omari ’s car. While strapping Dahlia into her car seat in the back, Omari continued to question me. “Did you see this?”
    I had. I noticed the bruise on Dahlia ’s leg that morning as I watched Omari bathe her in her tub. I logged a mental note not to smack her anymore.
    “No, babe. I hadn’t noticed. What kind of bruise?”
    “I don ’t know. I can’t tell. Her little leg is just red and purple.” Suddenly, he was cooing all in Dahlia’s face. It was so hard for me to hide my repulsion. However, I hurried up and fixed my face after hearing him close the back door. Soon, he was climbing into the driver’s seat.
    “I ’m gone have to ask Tiana about that shit.”
    I played dumb. “About what?”
    “ That bruise on my baby’s leg!” His face was balled up with irritation as he backed out of the driveway. “She needs to watch her more carefully. I don’t play that shit when it comes to my baby.”
    I slid my hand on his thigh. “Baby, calm down. A toy probably hit her or something in her crib.”
    Omari agreed as jealousy boiled in my stomach.
    I couldn’t remember Omari ever being that upset about anything regarding me.
    We were on our way to his sister ’s house in Indianapolis for dinner. I wasn’t about to nitpick and make the three hour drive unbearable.
    However, for the entire two hours and fifty-seven minutes that it took to get to Erica’s house, he talked about Dahlia. He groveled over how little and precious she was, how beautiful she was, how much she looked like Aeysha, yadda, yadda, yadda. He never mentioned how good I looked in my faux leather jogger suit. He never mentioned how good the Chanel No. 5 smelled on my skin.