18• Messy Murder Scene

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Sincere in the media ^

😩 I know I'm late as the fuck and I'm sorry but I know y'all are really gonna like this the wait is definitely worth it because this is a good ass chapter and I made it extra long since I feel like I owed y'all that.

  I changed Sincere son name because Kentrell wasn't cutting it I kept thinking ab YB Everytime 😭

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    Sincere POV

"Come kill these niggas I only got a pistol and shotgun!"

I woke up to Santana playing war zone on blast. He was way on the other side of the bed and usually when he wake up before me he play on mute or in the living room so that shit don't interrupt my sleep. I knew he was gone be feeling some type of way in the morning.

    I even woke up in the middle of the night lastnight and tried to wrap my arm around him and he pushed me away.

I ain't even gone comment on it because I really don't give a fuck. You can't be mad at somebody for some shit like that when they didn't even wanna do it in the first place.

"These niggas just hoed me! Come pick me up!" He yelled into the headset. First of all I ain't never even seen him play online because the nigga got no friends so who he playing the game with.

   I yawned so he could know I'm woke and stared at him. He looked at me with a annoyed ass face and turned back to the tv.

"It's game over how many kills did y'all have" He set the controller on his lap and pulled out his phone.

"No good morning?" I felt around the bed for my phone and checked the time, it's going on 2 pm.

"What's so good about it?" He turned back to the TV and turned the game up even louder as if that bitch wasn't already on 75.

"It's something you wanna talk about or you gone keep acting like that?" This nigga act like a whole bitch.

"Hell nah we don't got shit to talk about" He said with hella animosity.

   "What's the extra shit for then? Why you so mad?"

"I'm not talking to you niggas damn" He took the headset off.

   "I don't know what you talking about, I'm chilling" That was my last time asking his ass too. And then it's like this nigga so weird if I ignore the fact that he got a attitude he gone get ever madder instead of just telling what the fuck is wrong right now.

"Yeah alright" I climbed out the bed and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Santana act like a whole ass female and I'm not even gone entertain it.

When I went back in the room the game was off and he was staring at me with a angry ass look.

   "Why you like arguing with me 24/7 like you a female? You really acting like a bitch right now" I went and sat on his side of the bed and smiled at him. He look dumb ass hell making hisself this mad over some little ass shit.

   "Ain't nobody arguing with yo dumbass you woke up talking to me interrupting my fucking game"

  "I can't talk to you now? This shit is hella childish how you so angry but not telling me what the fuck the problem is so we can fix it"

"It ain't no point in talking to yo ass about shit, you always tryna justify something I don't even wanna hear yo response on nothing because it's always I'm wrong and you right" That's because it be the truth. 9 times outta ten when me and him get into it I'm right.

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