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they arrive back at Mikey's house with all their food and amiyaie is still thinking about mikey grabbing her face like that. the way he exorted his dominance made her feel some type of way, it's almost like she wanted him to do it again. mikey strides to the front door and amiyaie trails behind him and he unlocked the door letting them both spill inside.

"i can't believe you actually fought sayde, never in a million years did i think it was possible." he says leading you to his room. "well, i wouldn't have to if she would just act like my sister and not my mother. i wish she would just support me instead of drag me for everything i do." amiyaie sighs as they reach his room and settle in.

"i understand that completely. i just never thought y'all issue would result to throwing hands." he sits on his bed and brings amiyaie to sit next to him. "listen, i don't hate her. at all. that's my sister, i kinda can't, but i have no issues with cutting her off if she don't wanna act right. i'm sure she feels the same way about me." she sighs while eating her food.

time skip bc i'm a lazy bish

they were both laying on his bed watching Friday when Ashton comes rushing in. "you fought sayde !?" he looked at amiyaie with disapproval on his face. "and i'll do it again if
she wants some more." she says nonchalantly and looks back to the tv, causing mikey to laugh a little. "mikey this ain't no laughing matter." ashton growls at mikey.

"okay, and nigga ? it's funny to me. don't get ya draws in a bunch cus your girlfriend got beat up." mikey quickly retaliated. "she's not my girlfriend and why did you even fight her ?" ashton resorts his attention back to amiyaie. "she said some slick shit that i didn't greatly appreciate so i hit her, what you gon do about it ?" amiyaie laced her words with attitude.

"and why you bust up in here like an op ? got my hood senses all jumpy and shit." she adds. "i just wanna know why you thought it was a great idea to fight your sister." ashton cracks the same attitude back. at this point, bronny and lamelo have also peeped in.

"like i said, she said something that i didn't appreciate, so i popped her. why, did she send you in here to fight me for her ?" amiyaie said with sarcasm as ashton huffs. "she was right about you, you are a bitch."

bronny and lamelo gasp loudly and mikey makes a "🙅🏾‍♀️" symbol. amiyaie quickly stops her movements and deadpans ashton. "what did you call me ?" she slowly stands up and makeds her way toward ashton. "i said you are a bitch and sayde was right when she called you one." ashton didn't back down and got in amiyaie's face. "woah woah woah hey now, remember y'all niggas are in MY room. don't fuck nothin up !" Mikey quickly tries to separate them but was left with no avail when amiyaie swung and hit ashton in the face while accidentally hitting mikey in the process.

there went amiyaie again, throwing hands at someone for the second time today. ashton, on the contrary, wasn't going to back down without a fight. he too started to throw hands at amiyaie. they both fall to the ground, tossing and turning, all around just messing each other up. "hey ! y'all cut it out !" lamelo jumps in and tries to separate the two. "bronny, is you not finna help me nigga !?" "hell no ! you saw how she hit mikey ! fuck around and get knocked unconscious !" bronny yells back while attending to mikey's side.

lamelo successfully separates the two angered howls. "ashton, go to your room." he slightly pushes ashton to leave. amiyaie continues to stare ashton down as he leaves. "miyaie, go to the bathroom and attend to your bruises." lamelo pushes amiyaie to mikey's bathroom and she stares at herself in the mirror.

lamelo and bronny help mikey's bruised cheek that got hit by amiyaie in the crossfire. amiyaie quietly sits on the bathroom counter and stayed in silence. 'is this how my life is going to continue ? losing people that i never thought i'd lose ? am i gonna continue lashing out at people for minor inconveniences ? am i gonna continue shutting people out ? how long am i gonna keep my emotions bottled in ? am i gonna keep dragging mikey into these predicaments ? do i even deserve him after all i put him through ?' she was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't even hear mikey slip into the bathroom.

it wasn't until mikey wrapped his arms around amiyaie that she realized someone was with her. "you were talking out loud and i heard my name. as cliche as it sounds, i'm not leaving your side amiyaie." he calmly says in her ear. she looks up to see mikey's cheek. her eyes widen. "did i do that to you ?" she points to it and he chuckles. "yeah but it was my fault, i shouldn't have jumped in the middle of that battlefield." he shakes it off but amiyaie feels guilty.

"i'm so sorry." tears fill her eyes. "hey, it's fine. please don't cry." he smiles sweetly, caressing his thumb on her cheek. "i don't deserve you at all. look what i did to you." she sniffles. "i'm okay, miyaie. it doesn't hurt anymore. you're fine." mikey uses his thumb to wipe the tears off her face.

he examines the giant hickey like spot on her neck. "he really got you good didn't he ?" his fingers slightly grazing over it making amiyaie a little flustered. "uh, yeah i guess. he didn't really hit me in the face, he was more so hitting my ribs and like my thighs or whatever. adrenaline was pumping through my veins so i didn't really feel pain." she explains as he still continues to look at her body.

"do they hurt ?" "no not really." mikey hums before grabbing amiyaie by the back of her thighs, hoisting her up in his arms. "woah !" she says out of shock as he carries her into his room. he places her gently on the bed and stands over her.

"what was that for ? scared the shit outta me." amiyaie puts a hand on her heart dramatically. "ion know honestly, just felt like it." mikey lays on top of amiyaie.

they both sit in a comfortable silence until he finally says, "you know you gotta repay me for knocking me back 200 years right ?" he smirks. "look i already feel bad enough for hitting you, what are you gonna do ? torture me even more ?" "no, but i want something in return, like reparations for what you've done to me."

mikey thinks about what he wants amiyaie to do with him. "kiss me where my bruise is and maybe i'll forgive you." he smirked almost sadistically. "is that all i have to do ?" "maybe, depends on if i want to forgive you or not." he shrugs as he lifts himself up and pats his cheek.

amiyaie rolls her eyes and brings her lips to his bruise and quickly pulls back. "better ? great." tries to turn away from him but found it difficult since he was on top of her. "uh uh, i don't think that was enough, miyaie. i think i might need another kiss, don't you think ?" mikey pretends to think as he inches closer to amiyaie's face. "no i don't think, i think you just wanna manipulate my guilt so you can have the satisfaction of getting what you want, sociopath." amiyaie was able to get out despite being nervous.

"i'm a sociopath now ?" he chuckles a little and stops moving. "yes, by textbook definition. you are, in fact, a sociopath." she says regaining some confidence. "if you just wanted me to kiss you, why not just ask for one ?" amiyaie flips mikey over so she's not on top. this action catches mikey by surprise yet is turned on by it.

she hold his chin gently in one hand and kisses his check once more, making her way down to his neck. he tilts his head to give her more access and lets his hands travel down to her legs. "your thighs have always been my favorite f- feature on you." he groans out as amiyaie sucks a hickey on his neck.

"now we're twinning." she laughs as she gets off of mikey.

this was long as hell ... yikes🧍🏾‍♀️

i have testing next week😐😑😐

and that's on what now

diabetic ketoacidosis☺️