“What the fuck!” Thomas yells as the bullet passes his head and lodges into the door.
“You crazy bitch!” I scream, running towards Jyema.
“Stop before I shoot at your ass too.”
“And then what, Jyema? What is your endgame?” When she doesn’t answer, I continue. “You haven’t thought that far, have you?” I laugh. “You stupid motherfucker! It’s always you cute chicks that’s crazy as fuck!”
“Camille, what in the hell is going on?”
“Yea, Camille, why don’t you tell your husband what is going on?” Jyema laughs.
“I am so glad you find this funny but answer this: what has been your point in all of this? You’ve been stalking me for months, calling me all times of day and night, leaving notes and pictures, busting windows out of my car, calling my job and for what?”
“She’s been the one doing all those things?” Thomas asks, pointing at Jyema. “I bet you were the one that blamed Chelle for all that stuff too?”
“Shut up!” she screams. “Shut the fuck up both of you! Thomas, she doesn’t care about your whining ass, can’t you see that? In fact, she doesn’t care about anybody but herself.”
“Girl,” I laugh, “what is your point? Telling him is going to do what — make him leave me? Oh, I get it. You’re mad because I wouldn’t spend any more time with you.”
“You pushed me off like I was nothing. Like I didn’t mean shit to you.”
“Do you hear yourself? We weren’t in a relationship. We were two consenting adults enjoying each other’s company, making each other feel good, but now your ass has gone crazy.”
“I’m not crazy. I just wanted you and you blew me off!”
“You have a whole husband,” I say to her.
“And? You do too, but it didn’t stop you from coming to me.”
“For fun, Jyema! For fucking fun, but now you’re standing here on the night I am supposed to be celebrating my installation to judgeship with a gun pointed at me and my husband.”
“Wow!” Thomas says. “Just when I think our lives can’t get any worse. Isn’t she Brock’s wife?”
“Don’t start, Thomas. Now is not the time.”
“It’s never the time. What else is it going to take for you to see you need help? Standing here with this crazy bit—”
“Say it and I’ll put a bullet in your ass,” Jyema warns walking over to Thomas.
“Okay, stop. Just calm down. What do you want?” I ask her.
“I want you to leave with me.”
“What? And go where? To Happilyeverafterville? You do know that security is probably out in the hallway as we speak?”
“I don’t know! Just shut up and move,” she replies, opening the door.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Yes, you are. Let’s go.” She grabs my arm.
“Look, fool, why don’t you leave before the police get here in order to save both of us a lot of embarrassment.”
“I’m not going anywhere without you.”
“And she isn’t getting out of here without going to jail,” Thomas says.
“Drop the gun!” a police officer shouts.
She pushes me back into the room, closes the door and begins to panic.
“Jyema, look. You need to open the door and we’ll figure this shit out. I am sure the media is all over this by now and this is the last thing I need.”
“Fuck! It’s always about you, Cam! I ought to shoot your ass right now and get it over with.”
“And then what? Are you willing to spend the rest of your life in jail for shooting a judge?”
“Not if I kill myself too.”
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