“ Any friend that turns into an enemy, BEEN hating!”
Katrina
SHIT! I'd been calling Amina all day hoping for an update. I wasn't that concerned about her though. I really just wanted the low down on if Roderick had been calling her which I knew he would. They'd been doing this up and down mess far too long for him to just let her go that easily. Though I was praying like hell he would. Amina had finally left Roderick after ten years and I couldn't have been happier. I was sick of being her confidant when it came to her relationship with Roderick. I ain’t never heard a bitch complain so fuckin' much about a nigga that did everything for her! Where they do that at?
Roderick wifed Amina's ass the very day they'd met. Hell to my knowledge no female had ever had the pleasure of saying she was his girlfriend,let alone being taken care of at the level Amina was. What pissed me off the most is how ungrateful Amina was. He goes to the club too much and never takes me,he fucks good but he makes me feel like a sex slave, he's so demanding.
Bitch, I wish I had those type of problems out of a nigga.
Now granted I've known Roderick's ass from back in the day, so I already knew he didn't run behind any females. So that only made me all the more curious as to why he chose Amina? I mean my girl looked good and all, but what the fuck was so special about her? I was positive he'd end up cheating on her ass and breaking her heart into a million tiny pieces. I was wrong though...at least to my knowledge. I hadn't heard a peep about him being unfaithful to Amina at all. Which only made my resentment towards her relationship with Roderick grow throughout the years. I mean I know how she whined about how long they'd been together and that he wasn't following through on his proposals but fuck it. They got together when she was 19 and he was 21! Ten years ain’t shit. Hell we're still young.
I was out here struggling to find a man that was employed, straight, hell in Los Angeles it was hard finding a brotha that was into black women! Here Amina was worried about this simple ass shit. Amina worked...when she didn't have too. Roderick had moved her into his townhouse day one. He even paid her portion of our rent for a year since he knew it meant leaving me in a financial bind until I could find another roommate. Then six years ago he bought them a 4,000 square foot, four bedroom home. You wouldn't hear a bitch like me complaining. Amina also wouldn't give the nigga a baby unless they were officially married either. You best believe I would have given that nigga his own football team after all these years! Roderick had given Amina everything but that piece of paper and she was tripping about that.
I can't lie. I felt some type of way about the shit from the start especially since I had thrown hints that I was attracted to him since high school and he'd never paid me any attention. The whole situation had me feeling salty starting ten years ago at that damn BBQ. Amina went to the BBQ and ended up with Roderick. I sucked his boy Damien's dick,fucked him later that night and ended up with chlamydia. Amina didn't even deserve a man like Roderick as far as I was concerned.
A year ago something between Roderick and I changed. They had a huge argument and all of a sudden I not only became Amina's confidant. I became his as well. During the last year my feelings for him have grown to the point that I feel a deep sense of love for him. Amina is just dragging him down. It's killed me the last year to listen to all her silly immature complaints. So when she claimed...once again,that she'd had enough, I was more than happy to help her ass leave him.
I went out of my way to help her get things together so she had no reason to ever come back to Los Angeles and if she ever did,it was going to be too late. All I needed was time to lay this good pussy on Roderick right. I was positive I could make him forget all about Amina Instead of playing her position as his number one woman, this bitch wanted to trip about a piece of paper. Tuh! Not me. I knew how to treat a man like Roderick.
I just needed to make sure he didn't go running after her. He'd been calling my phone all goddamn night. Amina had stayed the night with me so I could get her to the bus station this morning. I'd held off from answering his calls until that bus had taken her well out of California. Now was the perfect time for me to start answering my cell and to drop some dirt in his ear about Amina. Over the last year I'd concocted a pussy full of lies to tell Roderick about Amina.