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his waist. He was half trying to figure out what he was going to do about Quanisha, and half brainstorming on which ditch was deep enough to bury Keisha’s body in.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he finally screamed as he slammed the phone down, almost breaking its flimsy red base.
    “I thought—” was all the now scared Keisha managed to whimper out before Tony gripped her up with both hands, letting his towel fall to the floor and literally threw her into the closet door. Keisha hit her head back against the door and slid down to the floor. She shook her head side to side to stay conscious. Tony wasn’t finished though.
    He rushed over to her before she had a chance to get up from her seated position and slapped her hard across the face with his open palm.
    “Tony, please! NO. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” she pleaded as he leaned down and gripped her by the cut-off T-shirt she was wearing.
    “Bitch! I should choke your stupid ass to death right now!! You tryin’ to fuck with my situation?” He shook her violently, ripping the cheap shirt slightly at the seams. “What the fuck is wrong with you answering my girl’s phone! That’s my place to sleep you messin’ with right there!”
    Keisha was crying by then. She whispered: “Tony I’m so so sorry. It’ll never happen again…”
    “You damn right it won’t happen again. Cuz I’m done with your ass,” Tony growled at her and finally let her go. He walked over to the towel on the floor and started drying himself off quickly. He scoured the floor for his underclothes.
    “Tony no baby. I swear to you I’ll never do nothin’ like that again. I promise.” Keisha gathered herself and attempted to get up from the floor.
    “Get dressed and get the fuck out. NOW,” Tony yelled as he pulled on his boxers and a wife beater. He hustled over to the closet where Keisha now stood clutching her shirt together and pushed her aside roughly to find a pair of jeans. Keisha nearly hit the corner of the bedroom door from the force, but recovered just in time.
    “No! Tony don’t do this to me, I said I was sorry!” she continued pleading as Tony pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt from the top shelf of the closet. He looked at Keisha as if she were crazy for still being there, but then had a second thought.
    “Give me some money,” he demanded. Keisha just looked at him for a moment, partially shocked at his quick change of tune. He ignored her and walked over to bed to start fixing the sheets. He reached underneath the bed to retrieve the Febreze he kept there specifically for situations such as these.
    “How much do you need?” Keisha said as she quickly walked over to her bag, which was still laying on the floor along with her gray jean skirt. She pulled out her change purse but before she could even open it, Tony grabbed it out of her hand. He pulled out all the bills he could find, about 80 dollars, and shoved it in his pocket. Keisha stood by silently. He then grabbed Keisha’s jean skirt off the floor and shoved it and the change purse at her before pulling her by the arm out of the bedroom and towards the front door.
    “I’ll call you aiight? DON’T call me,” Tony instructed as he unlatched the door and opened it.
    “When?” Keisha said, suddenly getting a backbone. Tony pushed her out the door, even though she was still dressed in her T-shirt and panties.
    “I said I will CALL YOU. Damn! You stand outside there for long like that and I won’t be responsible for what happens to your ass when Quanisha show up,” he warned and slammed the door in her face. Tony was starting to think maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to have women over Quanisha’s house when she wasn’t at home. It was too risky.
    Tony rushed to the back and scanned Quanisha’s bedroom once more. He squeezed a few more sprays of Febreze out around the room, picked up his black pants and shirt from the floor and threw them in her hamper. Pleased with the