but do you know how much my life has been turned upside down with headlines like…NBA Star Involved with Drug Lord’s Wife and Cornell Willis Drives his Jump-Off to the Crazy House.”
“That’s enough!” I screamed.
“Don’t you think I took a risk comin’ to see you today? But out of respect for Juan, I thought it was best that I came to have this conversation face to face.”
“Don’t you dare speak my son’s name! I looked for you at the funeral, you weren’t even there! And you called yourself a fucking friend!”
No longer able to hold back my pain, my eyes suddenly started to fill up with the tears. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the devil herself walked in.
“Hi Lisa, am I interrupting something?”
My face immediately turned cold. “As a matter of fact you are Marisol.”
What the hell was she doing here? I hated her even more now for what she’d done. Making me look like a fool all these years by raising her disrespectful-ass daughter while she played Auntie Marisol the entire time was fucked up. I could never let her back in my life again. That bitch was the last person I wanted to see me in a mental hospital, but I promised myself that before it was all over, I was going to show that bitch crazy.
Lisa, are you gonna introduce me to your friend?” As Marisol smiled with her straight teeth that shit made me want to knock all them motherfuckers right out of her mouth.
Who the hell got all dolled up to come and visit somebody at a hospital? She had on a pair of black leggings with a cropped studded shirt that stopped just above her hips. I’m sure she’d worn the Nikki Minaj inspired outfit just to expose her ass. The six-inch spiked Christian Louboutin heels were a dead giveaway that she needed some attention or she was on her way to the club. With her hair really wild and curly, she had a nerve to have on the same oversized diamond hoop earrings that Carlos and Rich bought both of us while we were on vacation in St. Thomas.
“I guess you didn’t go to church today, dressed like a hooker,” I stated with a devious smirk.
“Wow, Lisa. Let’s play nice.” She reached over to shake Cornell’s hand. “Hi, I’m Marisol, and you are?”
“I’m Cornell,” he said, admiring Marisol’s physique.
“Oh, so you’re ‘The Cornell Willis?’ I didn’t know you and Lisa were still dating.”
“Umm, well we’re not, I just came to visit,” Cornell informed.
“Mind your business, whore. What the hell are you doing here anyway?” I snapped.
“Well, I’ve been trying to call you, but you haven’t been accepting my calls. I was gonna ask if you didn’t mind getting me tickets for the next playoff game, but I guess since Cornell is here I can ask him myself.”
I quickly shook my head. “Oh, hell no, bitch you’re delusional if you think Cornell is gonna give you anything.”
“Well, what’s your name again…Marisol?” Cornell asked. He ignored the face that I didn’t approve.
“Yes,” Marisol answered.
“Put my number in your phone and I’ll make sure I get my assistant to get you a couple of tickets.”
“Are you serious? Thank you so much. Lisa, I wish you could go. Do you think you can get a pass to come out on Wednesday?” Marisol taunted. She quickly grabbed her phone and typed in Cornell’s number.
“Bitch, I can’t believe you’re gonna…” I tried to say.
“Look, I ain’t tryin’ to be caught up in any drama, so I’ma bounce. I’ll be in touch for the tickets Marisol, and Lisa take care of yourself,” Cornell said, then turned around.
I held out my hand. “But wait Cornell. We still need to talk. I’m not done.”
“Well, I am,” he continued.
Just as Cornell left the room, he took my heart with him. I wanted to kill Marisol with my bare hands for ruining my last chance to fight for the man I loved. The bitch even had a nerve to grin as she watched the door slam. When s directed her attention back to me, for
“That’s enough!” I screamed.
“Don’t you think I took a risk comin’ to see you today? But out of respect for Juan, I thought it was best that I came to have this conversation face to face.”
“Don’t you dare speak my son’s name! I looked for you at the funeral, you weren’t even there! And you called yourself a fucking friend!”
No longer able to hold back my pain, my eyes suddenly started to fill up with the tears. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the devil herself walked in.
“Hi Lisa, am I interrupting something?”
My face immediately turned cold. “As a matter of fact you are Marisol.”
What the hell was she doing here? I hated her even more now for what she’d done. Making me look like a fool all these years by raising her disrespectful-ass daughter while she played Auntie Marisol the entire time was fucked up. I could never let her back in my life again. That bitch was the last person I wanted to see me in a mental hospital, but I promised myself that before it was all over, I was going to show that bitch crazy.
Lisa, are you gonna introduce me to your friend?” As Marisol smiled with her straight teeth that shit made me want to knock all them motherfuckers right out of her mouth.
Who the hell got all dolled up to come and visit somebody at a hospital? She had on a pair of black leggings with a cropped studded shirt that stopped just above her hips. I’m sure she’d worn the Nikki Minaj inspired outfit just to expose her ass. The six-inch spiked Christian Louboutin heels were a dead giveaway that she needed some attention or she was on her way to the club. With her hair really wild and curly, she had a nerve to have on the same oversized diamond hoop earrings that Carlos and Rich bought both of us while we were on vacation in St. Thomas.
“I guess you didn’t go to church today, dressed like a hooker,” I stated with a devious smirk.
“Wow, Lisa. Let’s play nice.” She reached over to shake Cornell’s hand. “Hi, I’m Marisol, and you are?”
“I’m Cornell,” he said, admiring Marisol’s physique.
“Oh, so you’re ‘The Cornell Willis?’ I didn’t know you and Lisa were still dating.”
“Umm, well we’re not, I just came to visit,” Cornell informed.
“Mind your business, whore. What the hell are you doing here anyway?” I snapped.
“Well, I’ve been trying to call you, but you haven’t been accepting my calls. I was gonna ask if you didn’t mind getting me tickets for the next playoff game, but I guess since Cornell is here I can ask him myself.”
I quickly shook my head. “Oh, hell no, bitch you’re delusional if you think Cornell is gonna give you anything.”
“Well, what’s your name again…Marisol?” Cornell asked. He ignored the face that I didn’t approve.
“Yes,” Marisol answered.
“Put my number in your phone and I’ll make sure I get my assistant to get you a couple of tickets.”
“Are you serious? Thank you so much. Lisa, I wish you could go. Do you think you can get a pass to come out on Wednesday?” Marisol taunted. She quickly grabbed her phone and typed in Cornell’s number.
“Bitch, I can’t believe you’re gonna…” I tried to say.
“Look, I ain’t tryin’ to be caught up in any drama, so I’ma bounce. I’ll be in touch for the tickets Marisol, and Lisa take care of yourself,” Cornell said, then turned around.
I held out my hand. “But wait Cornell. We still need to talk. I’m not done.”
“Well, I am,” he continued.
Just as Cornell left the room, he took my heart with him. I wanted to kill Marisol with my bare hands for ruining my last chance to fight for the man I loved. The bitch even had a nerve to grin as she watched the door slam. When s directed her attention back to me, for
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