Kortez, because if there was nothing wrong then why are you putting out the blunt while we are smoking together? And who the fuck do you keep texting? You know what? Let me see your phone.” I held out my hand and he laughed at me.
“Girl, go on somewhere…actin’ like you my mama.” Kortez was smiling a little bit too hard for me, which indicated he wasn’t taking me serious and that made me mad.
“Kortez, what female got you all in your feelings, smiling and shit like that? It surely isn't me, so who is she? Don’t lie to me either because I will find out. I know that you are texting a bitch.”
“Mane, stand down with the bullshit and quit assuming things. You really are killing my vibe with the insecure shit. Straighten up.” Kortez ran his hands through his dreads the way he always did when he was lying. With all the strength that I had, I slapped his phone directly out of his hands, causing it fall to the floor. From the impact, I knew that screen was cracked. He quickly picked it up off of the ground to survey the damage.
“You see this shit?” he yelled. Alisha, don't you ever in your pill-poppin life slap shit out of my hand. Do you understand me? If you ever pull this shit again you will regret it!” Kortez threatened.
“Fuck it! If you wanna be on some hoe shit, then two can play that game!” I stormed past him headed to go get my clothes when he jumped up and snatched me by the back of my arm.
“Let me go, Tez! Let me go before I fuck you up!”
“No Alisha. Sit your ass down somewhere. Hit the blunt again or pop you a pill.” I hated when he talked to me like I was an addict. That shit got up under my skin.
“Sit down for what? There is nothing left to say! I hope you been strapping up when you steppin’ out! You love more than these damn streets nowadays!” I yelled as my chest heaved. I could tell my pressure was high as I felt a headache coming on. My nostrils were flaring like a bull and I was ready to fight him. He saw that I was not about to back down.
“You know what? Fuck it I'm out. You on this little girl shit and I don’t have the patience or time to go there with you tonight.” I stepped in front of him, nostrils flaring. He didn’t even deny that Plum’s unborn twins might be his. Kortez pushed past me so hard it almost knocked me down. I was hoping he would leave, but he hesitated and turned to walk upstairs. Once I heard the bedroom door slam behind him, I grabbed my shit and left. Fuck him and this house because I didn’t need either one.
DAVION
I could have killed Makayla once I discovered my clothes missing. I left 2 racks of tricking money in the pocket of my newest pair of Robin jeans. I knew some shit looked funny when I pulled up but I could quite place it. Smelled like somebody had been burning trash, but I ignored it because my neighbors do country-ass shit like that sometimes. I ran back down the stairs, but she was long gone. When I walked outside, I could see a huge pile of ashes. Sure enough, when I walked into the back yard, I could make out a few of the charred remains, and knew she had burned my stuff. I kicked the garbage can over as hard as I could, sending it flying into the neighbor’s fence. I didn’t care because I didn’t like them anyway.
This situation was starting to wear real thin on me. As much as I loved my girl, I never lied to her about who I was or what I stood for. I was not for being broke or being turned in to a bum. I made sure she had the things that she needed and I tried to let her ease on carrying the weight of our relationship; she had done it for two years and that killed me.
I needed to provide for her; not the other way around. I felt like she deserved heaven, but she was content to give me hell all the way. The arguing got old with Makayla. One minute I would be her king and the next I would be the court jester. All this nagging shit was getting out of hand. I had a little chick I would holla at every now
“Girl, go on somewhere…actin’ like you my mama.” Kortez was smiling a little bit too hard for me, which indicated he wasn’t taking me serious and that made me mad.
“Kortez, what female got you all in your feelings, smiling and shit like that? It surely isn't me, so who is she? Don’t lie to me either because I will find out. I know that you are texting a bitch.”
“Mane, stand down with the bullshit and quit assuming things. You really are killing my vibe with the insecure shit. Straighten up.” Kortez ran his hands through his dreads the way he always did when he was lying. With all the strength that I had, I slapped his phone directly out of his hands, causing it fall to the floor. From the impact, I knew that screen was cracked. He quickly picked it up off of the ground to survey the damage.
“You see this shit?” he yelled. Alisha, don't you ever in your pill-poppin life slap shit out of my hand. Do you understand me? If you ever pull this shit again you will regret it!” Kortez threatened.
“Fuck it! If you wanna be on some hoe shit, then two can play that game!” I stormed past him headed to go get my clothes when he jumped up and snatched me by the back of my arm.
“Let me go, Tez! Let me go before I fuck you up!”
“No Alisha. Sit your ass down somewhere. Hit the blunt again or pop you a pill.” I hated when he talked to me like I was an addict. That shit got up under my skin.
“Sit down for what? There is nothing left to say! I hope you been strapping up when you steppin’ out! You love more than these damn streets nowadays!” I yelled as my chest heaved. I could tell my pressure was high as I felt a headache coming on. My nostrils were flaring like a bull and I was ready to fight him. He saw that I was not about to back down.
“You know what? Fuck it I'm out. You on this little girl shit and I don’t have the patience or time to go there with you tonight.” I stepped in front of him, nostrils flaring. He didn’t even deny that Plum’s unborn twins might be his. Kortez pushed past me so hard it almost knocked me down. I was hoping he would leave, but he hesitated and turned to walk upstairs. Once I heard the bedroom door slam behind him, I grabbed my shit and left. Fuck him and this house because I didn’t need either one.
DAVION
I could have killed Makayla once I discovered my clothes missing. I left 2 racks of tricking money in the pocket of my newest pair of Robin jeans. I knew some shit looked funny when I pulled up but I could quite place it. Smelled like somebody had been burning trash, but I ignored it because my neighbors do country-ass shit like that sometimes. I ran back down the stairs, but she was long gone. When I walked outside, I could see a huge pile of ashes. Sure enough, when I walked into the back yard, I could make out a few of the charred remains, and knew she had burned my stuff. I kicked the garbage can over as hard as I could, sending it flying into the neighbor’s fence. I didn’t care because I didn’t like them anyway.
This situation was starting to wear real thin on me. As much as I loved my girl, I never lied to her about who I was or what I stood for. I was not for being broke or being turned in to a bum. I made sure she had the things that she needed and I tried to let her ease on carrying the weight of our relationship; she had done it for two years and that killed me.
I needed to provide for her; not the other way around. I felt like she deserved heaven, but she was content to give me hell all the way. The arguing got old with Makayla. One minute I would be her king and the next I would be the court jester. All this nagging shit was getting out of hand. I had a little chick I would holla at every now
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