"You're biting me"he said looking over at me
"You're going to hard"I said letting go of his arm. Bite marks on his tattoos
"Sorry"I said
He reached his fingers deeper into me and sped up.
"T-t"I stuttered grabbing his arm
"Good job"he laughed as I came on his fingers pulling them out and licking them.
"Okay"i yawned rolling over and he pulled up my pants for me.
"Sleep time"I smiled going to bed instantly
2 hours later
"Where yo jacket at"he said looking over at me as we walked out his car
"I didn't want to put one on"I smiled grimly
"I don't care honestly. I told you to put on a jacket so why didn't you put on one?"
"Stop yelling people are staring"I said smiling
"I don't care. You gonna get fucking sick. It's 30 degrees"
"Well I don't care"I shrugged
"It was gonna mess up my outfit"I said cockily looking at my dior Jordan's and my light blue tennis skirt and white crop top.
"I don't care"he said grabbing my arm and taking me back to the car
"Put this on"he said handing me a Lyrical lemonade hoodie
I put it in and it messed up my hair so I took it apart. Some hair got in my eye making them turn red. I was sad though. He gets so mad when I don't cover my arms.
Pictures were taken. Lots of pictures. Not good ones either. Cause next thing I know once we got to the airport to go to his mom house he was trending again.
"Abusive relationship"
Whenever he gets in drama he gains like 10 thousand followers.
"Abusive?"I said confused
"Yeah that's what they saying"
"But you didn't do anything"
"I made you cry?"he said looking at me genuinely confused
"No." I exclaimed
"But you were crying. I made you cry. I didn't-"
"It was my hair in my eye. I wasn't crying." I said hugging him
I do cry everyday but not because of him. I just be sad. Not about anything specific. It's so hard to be happy I just can't try anymore. When I go to the bathroom that's when I cry. And lock the door which he doesn't like. I only lick it so he doesn't walk in.
"I shouldn't have got mad at you on the internet. Niggas jump to conclusions in a second" he sighed smacking my butt for literally no reason.
Polo
"Fiona" I said but she didn't budge
"Did you fall asleep on me?"I said laughing
She looks so peaceful when she sleeps.
It's February. Finally. She's fine now. Hasn't cried not once. She's legitimately happy.
***
"Pose" the photographer said and she did that little to the side thing. And the flip her hair one. I wasn't really looking at her cause if I did she would get nervous. I only saw in the corner of my eye. The abuse thing died down.
She been taking so many photos lately. Her ego is boosting the fuck up. I swear she's 3/4 away from being a narcissist.
Like 4 days ago she got these shoes. They were custom designed and she was jumping up and down. They had uzi on them. They were fire.
She posted pictures in the shoes with some black ripped jeans and a eternal atake shirt. It went viral. 2.5 million likes. Uzi reposted it to.
He was like"THIS IS FASHION💯💓🌍"
Ever since then labels been hitting her left and right. I had to talk to my managers but they said she couldn't do it cause of some contract shit or something I never read the rest of their text. Especially when they send them PDFs. Hell no.
I didn't let her make her own page. The internet is a harsh place. I need to keep her calm and happy. She's on her last stage it wasn't even rough.
Maybe it was only rough cause it was new to both of us.
"Tehehe I look so cute" she smiled going through the pictures deciding which ones to do.
The chauffeur drove us home and she posted 4 photos and caption it"Purple Diamond call me
Amethyst✨🤷🏽♀️"
She kinda addicted to them emojis.
"I heard them lyrics before"
"I stole it from your notepad" she said getting out the car.
Something feels off. I don't know. But lately whenever she gets home from when we put she feels grim. I changed her honesty. She used to be such a home body wouldn't even go on walks now she forcing me to take her places every day.
"What's wrong with you?"I said walking to the bathroom but it was locked
"Nothing I'm peeing"
"Why you lock the door"
"Just leave me alone right now please"
Whatever.
I went upstairs and decided to take my dog on a walk. Give her some alone time I guess.
Fiona
Once I was finished crying I threw cold water on my face. T was gone and I didn't hear barking so he must've took her out for a walk.
I didn't know why I felt sad. I just did. Nothing can help it.
I grabbed his phone and it automatically unlocked cause my face must've been in the camera.
It was tweets about my photos I took today. I do admit I'm a little obsessed with it. I check it everyday.
People were still calling him abusive. I feel like such a burden to him sometimes. This wouldn't have happened if I wasn't crying cause my hair got in my eyes.
"My boyfriend isn't abusive. Stop comparing him to abusive men please. He actually loves me and I love him. He was just mad because I didn't put on a jacket. A small situation that you guys are blowing out of proportion. Please stop I hate it and I know you think you're doing something good for me but no it's actually making me sad. Thank you for listening"I said genuinely
