After many loss, deaths, and struggles. The three friends finally have the opportunity to leave their old life behind. Though, it still somehow tends to creep upon them bringing more misery and life threatening situations towards their way. (PROCESS...
Made me chuckle, they was prank calling him while being drunk. He took the black out my hand smoking it himself.
"So you gone tell me what happened at his crib?". Had blacked out for a second, I grabbed a pillow covering my mouth and nose with it, then laying my feet on his lap.
Nigga real deal trying it bro. "Go give Kamiya one more chance"
"Don't nobody want Kamiya treesha ass"
"Obviously you did, but oh" I responded, standing up along with I'm doing the same.
"Dead ass bro -
"Dead ass bro - I'm done with you" I said, mocking him pulling my phone out only to get it smacked outta my hand. "Nigga! You fucking cracked it!" I yelled, slapping his ugly but mostly fine ass.
"Why the fuck you bullshitting?! I'm telling you ion want ha ass!"
"On ma - you paying for my phone". I squatted down picking it only to get it slapped outta my hand by time I stood back up.
"The FUCK wrong with you?!" I asked, pushing his ass only to get my neck grabbed.
"I'm fucking asking yo ass to do some with me to get our bond back but you bullshitting -
"You yo punk ass want sex to be involved -
"Ok and? If I wanted sex to be involved I would went a fucked my hoe - I mean some random girl -
"Nigga then why yeen do that then just dragging me up outta here -
He gripped my neck backing me up causing me to grip his wrist.
"On the boss - you must done moved on or some? What you still got a crush up on Joshua ah?"
"Know what - mind of a fact yes -
"On God don't play with me!"
"Don't play with me - boy or what? Call yo hoes and fuck them"
"I will"
"Ima be on my way then -
"Nawl you straight -
"On the boss don't play with me shawty"
"You said go fuck my hoes -
"Then ima be on my way!". He gripped my waist smiling throwing me in the closet.
𝐹𝑒𝑤 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
He real deal fucked his bitch in front of me bruh, well not in front of me, but I real deal had to fucking sit through this bullshit in this cramped ass closet.
Couldn't tell the time, I slowly opened the closet door looking at the window. "Stay yo ass up in that bih!" Lamar demanded, moaning. I closed the door back cuddling up to my legs.
Should of brought a lighter, burn all his shit along with some bleach, then burn that hoe and this hotel down.
𝐴𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
He was in the bathroom refreshing up, my phone got my attention, right when he turned his back opening the cabinet, I squatted down grabbing it.
"Put that on" he demanded, tossing me his jacket. I caught up putting it on along with the hood, he headed out the bathroom opening the door for me.
While walking down the hallway he grabbed my neck from behind turning me around then pinning me against the wall.
"My bad". Almost slapped this motherfucker like nigga...he must really feel bad though - mm nawl im tripping.
"Ight"
"I'm for real"
"...ok"
"You love me?"
"...yes"
"You lying to me?"
"No" I said, putting my arms on his shoulders getting picked up. Sunset smacked my fuck up outta my eyesight once we left the building.
I cuddled the pillow to my face with tears rolling down my eyes.
"Uht uht - stop the crying baby girl -
"He don't love me no more" I whined, shoving my face in the pillow. Bashar grabbed my legs pulling me towards him cuddling me.
"Fuck that nigga - and everything he stand for - honestly - ion even know why the fuck you even went with his ass. And just let me know when he got you feeling upset and I'll go beat his ass with a bat again ight?"
I nodded looking at my toes. "Even let me know when you wanna beat his ass. We'll go kidnap em and let cha get a few hits in"
Me and Bashar got history...just got liquor in my system. I moved the pillow grabbing his neck pulling him down towards me. His lips was so fucking soft bro.
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