I've been meaning to write something like this for a while now. Would you like to see Kyanna's ex? I don't usually put together short one-thousand word stories for Huniepop, but I gave it a try this time.

You don't need any prior knowledge of my Hunie series to read this one. Worry not however, frequent readers, this story also slots into the main series nicely for you guys, too

For now I'm going to mark this story as completed, but if you'd like to see a little more then please let me know. Let's get started!


Cutting Loose

Kyanna was tired of all of this shit – all of the countless excuses – all of the endless ducking around issues with half-justifications. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.

"So… care to explain to me why that girl was in your bed? In our bed?"

Tonight was the night she made some ground. It was that or the door, no middle ground this time. Would she have to stare like this forever, giving the sharpened dagger treatment just to be given the decency of an answer?

"C'mon, chica. It's not what you think."

The wall of muscles and tattoos finally rose from his chair, focusing his gaze as if he was so wounded, so hurt, brushing a hand through his greasy black hair. It was the same thing every time. No matter what he'd chosen to do that day. Smashed out of his skull drunk? C'mon, chica. So out of his mind on God knows what that he didn't know where he was? Sorry, chica. A girl stopped him in the street and asked why he hadn't answered her calls? Won't happen again, chica.

Well, this time around, chica was sick of it. Chica was going to stand her ground until he spoke up like a real man, which he wouldn't, but that only made things easier.

Hands on her hips, Kyanna only pushed things harder, "Well, Dario? You're not painting yourself in the best light here, dude. I'm waiting."

"Whatever you say, babes. Shit I don't have to sit here listening to you talk smack when I ain't done anything wrong. Por el amor de mierda. Just trust me…. It wasn't what you think. She came onto me…"

Her lover flexed his rippled arms, his scruffy, roguish features pulled tight in a dark, angry scowl. Stage two. If he couldn't win on excuses and bullshit, he'd try making a gal feel bad.

"Her name was Crissy… Saw her at the gym. She'd been cryin' her eyes out. Told me she was having a bad time and- Look…. I made a mistake. Wasn't-"

No. That was enough. No matter where this colorful story was going, it wouldn't explain away why she found dear sweet Crissy with her huge tits pinning Dario to the bed, riding him like a bull at an old Texan carnival.

Kyanna couldn't help but laugh – eyes of heartfelt violet narrowed with absolute scorn. "You know something, bro? 'S almost funny how you bring girls back to our place and wipe away their tears. I'm carrying your freaking baby Dario… and you don't do a thing when I cry…."

She wasn't going to cry this time. No sir. Not a chance in Hell. She'd Turn around, leave her keys on the table, and walk away. This was the last straw. Her beloved was already knee deep in trouble in a million different ways. There was a very good chance he'd be locked up again in a couple of weeks.

"C'mon, Kyanna. You're my woman for life…." Dario made a grab for her arm, holding her in place with that same sour, serpent's smile. Oh, she couldn't wait to hear what he had to say for himself now. "I promise you…. I can make a change. I'll do anything… anything you want."

Now he was pleading – how sad. How pathetic. Pathetic because she already knew just how hollow it all was. Dario Esteban was a ride or die cholo, and mother was right in warning her all along. Heck, even Nora was right, and how often did she poke her head out of the sand and get involved with the family?

Kyanna brushed Dario's hand away, carefully leaning against the couch for support as she slipped on her shoes. So many bitter words ran through her thoughts. "I dropped out of school for you… turned my back on my fam to stay by your side… and why?"

"Because you love me." His words brought a painful twinge as she reached for the door handle. It was almost impossible to believe him by now. "Because you've been my number one since the start… cuz I can't-"

No way – she wasn't going to allow the pain in her chest to hold her down. No matter how much it pierced hearing him beg, she was going to leave.

Turning back one last time, Kyanna brought their eyes together, gazing into him with everything she had. "That's where you're wrong, Dario. It got harder and harder to love you with every passing day… and if you really loved me."

Now to put the nasty grease ball in his place. "There wouldn't be any other girls to begin with…. A real man would've been there for me… for me and his son. I ain't carrying this little fella for another six months just to see him messed up by all this."

"Don't walk away from me, Kyanna." An emotional warning from a desperate, desperate man. "If you leave then I'll never forgive you. I gave you everything, sweetness."

"Well," Kyanna smiled with ice. Just this once she wanted to make him feel the way she'd been forced to feel what must've been more than a dozen times by now. "Guess you'll have to hate me, won't you? Take care of yourself, Pendejo."

The keys were down on the table and at long last, Kyanna was walking away. Out of the door and down the hallway. If it was a choice between facing the world with nothing but the money in her purse and spending another day sleeping beside him? Well, the choice was obvious, wasn't it?

Then again, she wasn't really all that alone. Not when she thought about it. The joys of having a huge family. A fragile smile curved her lips as she stopped by the door of the elevator, fishing the phone from her purse between pressing the elevator call button.

There was nothing better than watching Dario stand there at the other side of the hall, eying her like she was some kind of traitor for finally having enough. Yet the tiresome sight of his face vanished as those creaky elevator doors shut.

Freedom at last. True freedom. A chance to get back on her feet and reconnect with the people that mattered. Mom, dad, her brothers and sisters. Damn, maybe even Nora if she could track the rough and ready girl down.

Smiling at the thought, Kyanna swiped her finger across the screen of her smartphone. The dial tone felt hopeful, filling her with a quiet, warm glow.

"Sí? Who is it?"

It'd been so long since she'd heard mom's voice. Slouching against the wall, the Latina girl breathed a thankful sigh. "Momma… it's me," Kyanna spoke softly, a gentle tear of sentiment leaking from her eye. "I'm coming home…."

Never had she thought that the weight of the world could be lifted from her shoulders with three simple words.

End


There you have it. My Hunie short is finished. I hope you enjoyed it! If you'd like to leave some feedback you're more than welcome do so, too. I'm grateful to everybody that reads my stories.

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