The Diary of a Black Man - The Search for a Soul Mate
Come into the soul of a black man
Chapter 24
Chapter 24
I stroll to the computer room, sit down at my desk, and fumble through our wedding planning book. I need to sort things out and try to get some type of refund. While fumbling through the book, I hear my front door open and close. I rapidly leap up and run into the living room to see what’s going on. James has threatened to kill me; maybe he’s trying to get into my house. When I get into my living room, I can’t believe my eyes.
“Rochelle…! What the fuck are you doing in my house? Did you forget I tossed you out with the trash this morning? If you’re looking for your clothes, I’m going to give everything I bought you to the mission.”
She stares at me as if she doesn’t hear a word I’m saying. “Rochelle, what’s wrong with you? It’s over, we’re done, get out of my house!”
She walks towards me with tears in her eyes, and she reaches out her hands for me to hug her. But, I shove them away from me. She wipes her tears from her face and talks to me in a serene way.
“Da’marreon, I want us to get back together. I was wrong for cheating on you, and I’m sorry. Please give me another chance, and I will prove to you that I really love you.”
I listen to her plea for forgiveness while showing no emotional expressions at all. My mind is made up, and I will not go back. Rochelle is out for good. I look into her eyes and politely say. “Leave your key and lock the door on the way out.”
Her eyes turn red and she starts crying again. Then, she reaches inside her purse and pulls out a gun. “Da’marreon Le’one
Now, I’m mad as hell, because she has the nerve to pull out a gun on me and try to make me take her back. I can’t take this shit anymore. She wants to battle with me; well it’s on. I start yelling at her in a cruel way.
“Rochelle…! You have disrespected my fucking house and my soul! You fucked another man in my house! You made me sell my soul to the devil. You must be crazy if you think I’m going to let you come back into my house. Hell, Fucking, No! You must think I’m a damn fool. I don’t want you, and I’ll never want you again.”
I grab her gun and place it up to my heart.
“You have already killed my pride now you want to take my life and soul away! Kill me bitch or get the fuck out of my house before I kill you!”
She looks at me with tears in her eyes. I now realize that one of us is going to die, because there will never be peace between us if the both of us are alive. After about a minute of holding the gun to my heart, she takes the gun away, and starts crying uncontrollably.
“Da’marreon, I can’t live without you. You mean the world to me.”
I impolitely turn around while she’s talking and walk away. I don’t want to hear what she has to say and if she wants to kill herself that’s up to her. I don’t care anymore.
While walking away, I hear a loud bang.
