Kulture Marlina Brown| KK
Houston Texas
3 years later
"Mama da da being mean tew me" Amir cried I bent down and picked him up while walking to KB this nigga got me fucked up he ain't finna be mean to my child.
"Don't fucking play with me Artist" I hit him in his face. Me and KB haven't been together for the past 4 months and it's been hard. Here's a quick back story so after my birthday which was a couple months ago he went behind my back and cheated on me with an hoe from the strip club I packed up all my shit and moved back to my apartment that I had.
"Nigga be acting so pussy" KB mean mugged him.
"He's a fucking kid my nigga!" I yelled at him he stood up and walked towards me I put Amir down and told him to go to his room.
"Artist get out my fucking face" I said rolling my eyes at him he quickly grabbed me by my neck as my feet was coming off the floor I tried to hit him but he wouldn't budge.
I looked him in the eyes it's like I seen a whole different person from him he never acted like this even when he cheated but now he wanna put his hands on me. His face softened when he realized what he was doing. "I'm sorry Kulture" He apologize slowly putting me back on the ground.
"Can you leave please" I spoke softly looking down at my feet.
he didn't say anything but grabbed his stuff but before KB left he placed an kiss on My forehead before leaving out the house. I blew out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.
I walked back to Amir room seeing him on the floor studying his math cards that I bought him not to long ago. "Ma ma Is daddy okay?" Amir looked up at me with glossy eyes "I don't know baby" I said getting down on the floor pulling him into an hug.
I hate for my baby to his daddy going through whatever his going through I just hope and pray that he gets through it. As much as we argue I wouldn't trade our relationship for the world. I just want him to happy.
Be'Artist | KB
Houston, Taxes
I walked into my kitchen grabbing a blueberry Fanta with a cup of lean in my double cup. Pouring it in my cup I throw it in the trash before walking in the living room I took a sip of it before putting it down on the table.
I know what I'm doing is wrong but this is the only way that I can cope tomorrow will be the day that I lost Keem. That shit still hurt a nigga deep down even if I tried to hide it.
My phone started to ring I looked at the caller ID seeing it was Elianna I answered the phone putting it to my ear. "What?!" I kinda yelled through the phone. "What you doing?" She asked I ended the call before looking back at the blank Tv.
Why you doing this Artist?
You need this to cope Artist!
No you don't can't you see that KK loves you? Stop doing this Artist!
Let the games begin😈
