Blended Lies

"You act like it's my fault that the number is in your phone Stanley!" she yelled.

"You ain't have no business going through my phone" he reprimanded, snatching his phone out her hand. "You trippin about finding numbers you need to stay your nosey ass out my shit."

"WHAT!?" she yelled incredulously. Ok, this was it. She'd given him the opportunity to at least pretend he wasn't romantically involved with the trifling hussy whose nude photo had shown up on the screen when she'd called, but he wasn't even trying. "Why do I always have to show how crazy I am" she questioned before taking it there. Walking over, she towered over him as he looked up at her patronizing her with his eyes.

"He really thinks I won't do anything to him" she realized. Nodding her head at her own revelation, she reached over, covered his entire, smug face with her fingers and pushed his head aside. "Stay out of your shit?" she repeated. Curling her fingers into a fist she landed a hard one against his right eye. "Or what?! What are you gonna do if I don't?" she countered hitting him again, this time causing his face to swell.

"Bitch!" he yelled, hopping up from his seat, "you not finna sit here and hit me like I'm some got-damn child."

Walking over to him she forcefully slapped the IPhone out of his hand and onto the floor. Shaking his head in amazement at the turn for crazy his girlfriend had just made, he reached down to pick up the phone, almost grasping it before she hastily swooped in and yanked it from the ground. Racing down the stairs, slipping over several, she hurried toward the blender and dunked the phone in. With Stanley quick on her heels, she turned to face him with a mischievous grin on her face.

"I'm sorry" he yelled, never taking his eyes off his prized mechanical possession lying cater-corner in the blending device. "I never did nothing with her, I promise" he "confessed". "You right, I was wrong for taking her number, for talking to her, but baby I promise, I didn't ask for that picture of her" he offered, hoping she wouldn't ask how it came to be her Caller ID. "And I was in the process of breaking it off with her cause I love you, you know, and I was telling her that" he rambled, thinking quickly on his toes.

She waited, finger hovering over the 'crushed' option.

"You know I love you, this is all one big misunderstanding. You said you love me too, so why you doing me like this?!" he questioned, feigning hurt feelings, wiping away imaginary tears.

"Why?" she asked looking at him through angry eyes. "Because you're a no-good piece of shit liar!" she yelled livid. " I did say I loved you" she said shaking her head at her own stupidity, "but then I went to the doctor Stanley. And you know what he told me?" she asked awaiting his reply. "He told me that I was pregnant Stanley, notice I said 'was'. But I'd already known it. For four months I'd known I was pregnant, and I waited, and waited for the perfect time to tell you. But you with your bullshit and your lies, it was something every week. The twins from Vegas, the hoe from the hood, and now this bitch, with her exposed nipple piercings mocking me from your cell phone. I lost my baby stressing over you and you never had the decency to even notice I was pregnant" she scoffed. "Didn't have the decency to come up with a good lie, and now, you care more about a $200 phone than you do the 'love of your life'. I'm doing this to you cause you did it to me" she said pressing down on the button as the phone bounced up and down, shards of plastic flying recklessly in circles.