"He might be Mr. track and feild but I done ran through em all." I sung.
"You aint running through shit with yo virgin ass." Brittany came in the room with her makeup palette getting in the mirror.
yall thought i lied about that?
"Mmcht"
"What you doing listening to Daddy Brent anyway? You used to tell me to tuRn ThAt ShIt ofF"
"He coo, come hea"
She walked up to me slowly ; Trying to hide her limp. I closed my eyes and balled up my fist slightly but released them.
"Why don't you ever touch me Bam? All we do is kiss on the cheek"
I almost laughed.
"Cause , I know what you was on while I was in jail"
She back up slowly looking nervous
"You nervous? You wasn't nervous when that nigga was fucking you last night and had you coming in this bitch with a limp was you?" I got up and slammed the door and she jumped.
"Wa-wait Mack I promise-"
"You need to get yo shit and get the fuck out!"
"Are you serious?! After everything I did for you?!"
"All you did was buy a house and make plays . And fucked around on me! If you wun being a hoe maybe we coulda had some but that shit dead bruh. Get the fuck out"
She got on the floor and started crying heavy making me light a blunt.
"brown cigarette"
I started laughing randomly.
"You think this is funny?" She got off the floor and balled up her hand.
"Don't touch me , i'll have my brother hit yo ass" I said, referring to Slutty "He wake up Chris breezy everyday."
"He don't even like you" She rolled her eyes wiping her tears away.
