By: Chyna S. ©2014
This one morning, Brooklyn got out of bed wearing a pink and black striped LACE-TRIM HENLEY TANK and some LACE-WAIST pink, black, and white SHORTIE PANTIES that had VICTORIA’S SECRET written all over them to match. She loved her some Vickie’s. She reached in her sock drawer, grabbed, and slipped on her pink and grey KNEE-HIGH SOCKS and her black UGG boots. In the process of doing so, she heard a vibrating noise… She thought, “I’m tripping.” Shook her head, and continued to go freshen up, make her morning coffee, and breakfast before work… She noticed the shower water running, and heard the noise again, this time following where it’s coming from. She paused, stopped to listen, nothing. Then there it go again… The noise led her to Terrence side of the bed, to his pants he had laying on the floor, inside of his pants pocket from his phone. Somebody was blowing his phone up. Terrence was in the bathroom in the shower. Usually he would take his phone in there with him. But, this particular time he must have had his mind on something else and forgot about it.
Brooklyn had the opportunity to answer it since it wasn’t stuck to his hip. “Hello,” she answered. There was a pause and then the pone hung up. The phone went off again, “Yes,” Brooklyn said with an attitude.
“Hello, can I speak to, T?” the woman on the other end asked with a soft tone.
“Can you speak to, ‘T’? Who’s calling?”
“Dion? Where he know you from, and why are you calling him at this time in the morning?” It was 7:30 a.m.
“Oh, well from my knowledge, he told me it was okay to call him anytime. Plus I wanted to tell him, happy birthday,”
“Oh, is that right? He didn’t tell you he was in a relationship?”
“Well, not really, he said it was complicated,”
“Mmm, where you meet him at, how do you know him?”
“I met him around, been knowing him for a minute; we just friends.”
“Friends, well, you one friend I ain’t heard about. So, ‘friend’, are you fucking my man?”
There was a pause. “You might want to talk to ‘your man’; ‘cause obviously there is a lack of communication between y’all,”
Brooklyn laughed. Her question was never answered, “So, you mean to tell me, you called his phone at 7:30 in the mutha’ fuckin’ morning to tell him ‘Happy Birthday’? Well, look it here, Ms. Dion. Terrence is in a relationship, we live together and this is nothing new. So, I would appreciate it if you respect that, and don’t call his phone anymore or have any more dealings with him; and… Don’t tell me, you will stop when he tells you so. This is going to be your first and last warning from his woman. Whatever he is telling you, is all lies, just know that.” Click. Brooklyn said no more and hung up the phone.
She looked in his text messages… One message read from sender (Shawn), “Hey, sexy, you still coming through later?”
“What?” Brooklyn thought. “Coming through, later?”
“Yeah, where you want me to meet you again?” Brooklyn sent a text back as if she was, Terrence.
“Yo’ crazy ass need to stop smoking. Didn’t you say you were coming to my house?”
“Yeah, yeah, got threw off, a lot been going on. Text me the address again,”
As soon as the text came through with the address, Brooklyn heard the shower water go off, grabbed a pen from the dresser, and wrote the address and phone number down, and deleted the messages.
Terrence walked in the room right after she put his phone back up, with his towel wrapped around his waist revealing a part of his sexy ‘V’ cut. She acted as if she was looking for something under the bed.
“What you doing?” he asked her.
“I was looking for my, uh, uh… Oh, never mind, I just remember where I put it.” she said quickly lying. “Happy birthday,” she told him giving him a kiss. “What you got planned for later?”
“Me and the boys going out for some drinks and to shoot a little pool,”
“Oh, okay. Well, I have to work a double tonight, so have fun.” she said turning to walk off. She was an LVN that work at a convalescent hospital as a Charge Nurse. She was always at work, which gave Terrence more than enough alone time.
“Who in the fuck is, Dion?” she thought as she walked out the room to go to the bathroom. It was killing her inside not to say anything to him about it. She freshened up and went to the kitchen to make her coffee and breakfast. She was gone make him a birthday breakfast, but she thought, “Let, Dion and Shawn make it.” The whole time, Brooklyn couldn’t get her mind off that text message and phone call; mainly the text…