𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂, 𝐁.𝐄.

𝐗𝐕𝐈.

春藥
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : wasted love freestyle ~ jhené aiko
" love comes before pride. i loved you before i, i, i, i, fore' i even knew why? "

ᥫ᭡.

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀,
𝐭𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

"She did what?" Brea yelled at the phone, stopping what she was doing to look into the face-time call with a disgusted expression. I nodded my head, still looking down as I fidgeted with the loose string that was hanging onto my comforter.

"Mhm."

After Billie left all I could allow myself to do was cry. I cried into my pillow for hours and hours on end until I felt like I was run dry of any tears. There was nothing that anyone, including Brea, could've said to warn me about how much Billie would hurt my feelings and me in general.

Never would I have thought that she'd lay a hand on me in that way, or even get that upset with me but it was my fault. I know I probably shouldn't have hit her first but it didn't seem real.., and there's no way I'm bringing myself to tell Brea about that part.

"That's some real nasty nigga shit India and I hope you know that," Brea scoffed, shaking her head as she continued to wrap her hair with a silk scarf. "Cause best believe I'm beating the fuck out of that girl as soon as I see her." I shake my head, staying silent as Brea continues to rant about how fucked up the whole situation is.

After a while of talking and venting, Brea promises to visit me in the morning and kisses me through the phone goodnight before hanging up.

I rub my lips together with another sigh, throwing my legs off of the side of the bed and hopping down to walk to my bathroom. I slide the bar up on the wall and squint my eyes from the bright overhead lights, making my way over to the mirror. I stare at myself blankly, my eyes dragging over my face and my neck...

My face is puffy and my eyes are swollen from crying so much, which practically fucked my eyelash extensions up since I had just gotten them done a few hours before finding out everything. My head throbs in pain and I bring a slow hand up to the skin, resting it there for a moment before my eyes started to get watery again and I close them, letting the new tears fall.

My neck is still red for the most part but I can tell it's gonna bruise an ugly purple/brown color. I can still feel the way her hand felt around my neck; tight enough to feel like I couldn't breathe but not enough to where I felt like she was gonna kill me. It still hurt like hell though and to think I have feelings for this girl. A girl who thinks it's okay to treat me like I'm stupid, chokes me out and leaves within the same day. A girl who decided to sext another bitch in my house and then continue to fuck me, lay in my bed, sweet talk me, eat my food, and some more shit like it wasn't all playing out behind my back.

Not to mention that she threatened my life like I'm supposed to be scared or something. Billie's physically stronger than me so she immediately has the one up when it comes to a situation like that but I'm no stranger to crazy and dealing with crazy people so she's got something coming for her if she thinks I'm letting this slide.

I shook my head before wiping my eyes and turning out the light to go back to my room. I lay in my bed, curled up into a ball, and stared mindlessly at the black TV screen mounted on my wall. My heart felt like someone came and ran over it along with my mental state; I felt mostly drained from all the crying I did though.