A New Toy (6 page)

"You
know
what?
Fuck
you
and
fuck
that!
In
fact
don't
even
fuckin
call
my
phone
with
your
supercilious
brand
of
monkey
shit
anymore.
I'm
done.
If
your
dick
wasn't
so
damn
big
I
wouldn't
have
never
even
bothered
with
your
broke
ass
in
the
first
place."

"Why
you
mad?
Just
call
Old
Boy
and
I'll
come
over
later.
What's
the
problem?

"The
only
problem
I
have
is
that
I'm
still
on
the
phone
with
your
worthless
ass
instead
of
finding
a
ride
back
to
DC.
I
can't
believe
you're
going
to
leave
me
stranded
on
Christmas
Eve.
I
was
in
a
fuckin
car
accident
Jamar.
You
didn't
even
ask
if
I
was
hurt."

"I'm
sorry
baby.
I
just
assumed
that
you
were
okay.
Are
you
hurt?"

"Just
my
damn
feelings!
After
everything
I
did
for
you
this
is
how
you
repay
me.
Hell,
I
bought
most
of
that
shit
that
you're
giving
your
kids
for
Christmas.
So,
don't
give
me
that
shit
about
your
kids
come
first!
And
you
can't
even
find
the
time
to
help
me
in
an
emergency?
That's
fucked
up,
Jamar."

"Toy,
what
do
you
want
me
to
do?
I
already
explained
my
situation.
If
it
wasn't
Christmas
I'd
be
on
my
way."

"Look,
if
you
can't
help,
then
you're
just
wasting
my
damn
time.
You've
already
wasted
two
years
of
my
life
and
I'm
not
about
to
let
you
waste
two
more
seconds."

"Alright,
well
call
me
when
you
calm
down
and
shit.
Okay?
We
good?"

"Fuck
you!"
I
replied
as
I
abruptly
hung
up
the
phone.

Logic,
being
the
gentlemen
that
he
was
raised
to
be, pretend
to
be
too
busy
surveying
the
menu
to
hear
my
conversation.
"So,
I
think
I'm
going
to
have
the
T-bone
steak
and
egg
special.
What
would
you
like?"
He
announced
as
I
hung
up
and
tossed
my
phone
on
the
table.

"Apparently,
a
ride
back
to
DC."
I
murmured
as
my
eyes
begin
to
swell
with
tears.

In
retrospect
it's
times
like
these
that
a
woman
needs
a
good
man
in
her
life
and
not
a
dick
in
her
bed.
Generally,
I'm
an
independent
woman,
doing
everything
for
herself.
I
make
an
excellent
living,
I'm
intelligent,
well
educated
and
I
have
a
healthy
financial
portfolio.
I
just
don't
have
a
lot
of
family
and
very
few
friends.
And
the
little
bit
of
family
and
friends
that
I
do
have
are
back
home
in
Miami.
Even
though
Jamar
and
I
were
just
friends
with
benefits,
I
at
least
thought
that
we
were
friends.
I
guess
I
was
wrong.
It
hurt
to
think
that
I
was
just
a
hole
or
two
for
him
to
stick
his
dick
in.