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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐥,𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚➪10:45 AM
" i just find it quite weird how he said that shit to you without anything leading up to it." Ari said to me handing me the acrylic powder.
"man i don't want to be mean, but i don't care about his damn feelings at all. i never really gave a fuck about this love shit until yasir came along" i said in a lowering tone applying the acrylic on my clients nails.
" then tell him how it is instead of dodging it. it ain't doing shit else but making it worse" Kaila said tapping on my shoulder.
" i don't know how i feel. i love yasir but -"
"i don't like how he treats me. blah blah, then get the fuck away from him" kaila said interrupting my sentance.
"fuck you guys." "so sorry, i'll reduce 35 dollars for the noise"i said putting the designs together on the nails.
" fuck all that shit, you gotta do my set still " kaila said pushing my head down slightly .
"shut up, that'll be 30 dollars ma'am" i said applying cuticle oil on her finger.
"keep the change love." my client said as she handed me a 50 dollar bill and left.
i counted up my money up, excalty 830 dollars i made today.
"thank you very much" Karter said as he walked into my house snatching a 50 out of my hand.
" give me that shit back" i said grabbing it back out of his hand.
"i gotta go walk my fish" Ari said grabbing her purse.
"shit, i think i left my oven on" kaila said before rushing out of the door.
"hate them bitches" i mumbled under my breath.
"so why have you been ignoring me? haven't heard from your ass in days." karter said to me grabbing my stash of money and putting a 20 in his pocket.
"i was busy, just had a client too" i said lying my ass off trying to push past him.
"just be honest , i don't like that lying shit" he said stopping me in my tracks
"i am not lying tho, take it or leave it."
" do you love that nigga? it's a question."
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.
"what's wrong with you?" 17 year old salome said to 18 year old yasir after he hit her.
" you're what's wrong with me" drunk yasir said .
" i'm sick of yo ass" I said picking up my purse and strapped it on my shoulder.
"sick of who?!" he said coming up to me and choking me.
"please let me go" i said in pain as his grip grew stronger.
"sick of who tho?" he said squinting his eyes at me.
"nobody" i struggled to get out.
"right."
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒
"no , i don't love him" i said as reality hit me hard
that wasn't someone i wanted to love, for my sake and well-being. i had to let him go. immediately.
