It was 2 AM when Ryan got home. She had really enjoyed herself with Prince. It was dark so she assumed that King had left plus his car was gone. “Oh shit, King! What the hell are you doing sitting up in the dark?” As soon as she had opened the door he was sitting there in the foyer with a blunt in his hand. “Did you fuck him?” Ryan was taken aback by his question. “You have some fucking nerve, King. You don’t want me but as soon as someone else shows interest in me you act crazy. I’m tired of this shit with you!” Tears had begun to fall. She had thought going out with Prince would open his eyes but it didn't. “You sick of this shit but you’re the one that fucked up – not me. But don’t get it twisted, Ma, you’re still my fucking wife. You need to dead that shit with my mans.” “Are you fucking serious? You out here doing you so I’m doing me. Fuck you, King!” Before the words were out of her mouth King had grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. “Don’t fucking play with me, Ryan. That nigga will be missing by tomorrow morning if you don’t get rid of him.” He let her go and walked out the house. Ryan slid to the floor and cried. She couldn't understand why King was acting like this. They hadn't been together as a couple in over six months. King sat in his car in the garage and thought about how he was acting. Was he wrong? He couldn't help it when it came to Ryan. Maybe it was time for him to get his shit together and go home. Yeah she fucked up but it was obvious he couldn’t shake her. That was his heart and he was ready to make shit right. That night Ryan cried herself to sleep. She loved King but it seemed as if their relationship had caused her nothing but turmoil. How much more could she take from King?
