SOMEBODY'S LYING Chapter Eight: Late Checkout
The truth just fell onto the sheets..
*Do not attempt to read these chapters without pressing play. Welcome to our Saturday Drama Series called “Somebody’s Lying 🤥”
Inspired by a man of the mid 2000’s.
— This is your Hood Author, Mr.10
SOMEBODY’S LYING | CHAPTER EIGHT: LATE CHECKOUT
Darius held up the condom wrapper
like he pulled a snake out the pillowcase.
His whole voice dropped.
“Imani…
what the hell… is THIS?”
She stared at it—
stunned,
quiet,
frozen.
He stepped closer, breathing hard.
“Don’t look speechless now.
Start talking.
RIGHT NOW.”
She backed up near the dresser.
“Darius… I—I don’t know where that came from.”
He snapped.
“Stop lying.
STOP.
Somebody was in my HOUSE,
in my BED,
and you think I’m stupid?!”
She flinched.
He sniffed the sheets.
Stopped.
Sniffed again.
His face twisted.
“Imani…
why do I smell cigarettes?”
Her eyes widened.
He stepped back, eyes scanning the room,
checking corners, shadows, the closet—
like a man hunting a presence.
“Is he still here?”
She shook her head fast.
“NO.
No—he left…
he left right after you called.”
Darius froze.
Everything inside him boiled.
“You LET a man leave
while I was talking to you?!”
She shouted back.
“Don’t raise your voice at me!”
He raised both hands, laughing the ugliest laugh.
“Oh my God…
you must be out your DAMN MIND
if you thought I wouldn’t find this out.”
She shoved him.
“And YOU think you innocent?
I KNOW about last night.
I KNOW where you went.”
He blinked.
“…What?”
“I SAW you.
Leaving that woman’s house.”
His breath hitched.
“You were supposed to be with your girls—”
“And YOU were supposed to be with your boys,” she snapped.
“But instead you were at that girl’s house.
Don’t even act surprised.”
He opened his mouth.
She shut him down instantly.
“Don’t say a word.
Ain’t NOTHING you can say
that I ain’t already heard.”
He pointed at the mattress.
“There was STILL a man in this house.”
She lifted her chin.
“You right.
Something DID happen.
But what goes around…
comes back around.”
He stepped closer.
She backed up into the dresser.
“Tell me who he is.”
“Darius… I’m scared—”
“GIVE.
ME.
HIS.
NAME.”
She cried out.
“Okay!
Just—
listen—”“NO.
TALK.”
She wiped her nose with shaking hands.
“Do you… know a girl named Marissa?
Darius frowned.
“Marissa?
She nodded fast.
“Marissa is friends with my girl Keisha.”
He squinted.
“Who the hell is Keisha?”
“A friend of mine — you’ve seen her before.”
He rolled his eyes.
She pushed on:
“Keisha knows Julian.”
Darius froze.
“Hold up — Julian?
TAILOR Julian?!”
She nodded again.
“And Julian is cool with this dude named Darnell.”
Darius’s whole body stiffened.
“Maya’s man…?”
Her voice cracked.
“No, Laura’s husband.”
Darius stepped back like the floor shifted.
She continued through tears:
“And Darnell’s wife —”
She swallowed.
“Laura…
Darius’s breath escaped him.
Laura.
Maya.
Same woman.
Same circle.
She whispered:
“Laura and I went to high school together.
She’s the one who introduced me
to the man…
who came into this house.”
Darius leaned in slowly.
“Introduce you to WHO?”
She covered her mouth.
Then forced the words out.
“Darius…
the man who was here…”
He gritted his teeth.
“Say the n*ggas name”.
Her eyes shut tight.
Her voice shook.
“It was the police man…”
Darius froze.
She finished, barely audible:
“…the police man that stopped you.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
CHAPTER NINE: MUTUAL INFIDELITY
10AM. Every Saturday
“You know what the say:
What comes around goes around.”
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This doesn’t read like fiction that wants to entertain.
It reads like a room where truth keeps changing seats
and nobody gets to leave clean.
What you do well here isn’t the twist —
it’s the pressure.
The way language tightens until denial runs out of air.
No one is innocent in this scene,
but more importantly — no one is abstract.
Every body is present. Every lie has weight.
That’s not drama.
That’s accountability written in motion.
I stayed because the text refused to let anyone be “the good one.”
Including the reader.
— @lintara