In the Beginning.

27

CHARLOTTE
FRIDAY
AUGUST 7th
12:44pm

The music played loudly through my apartment while i swept and cleaned. my house was due for a deep clean. my schedule has been so busy between work and Zenith i couldn't. mom life is so hard.

"i've been knocking for five minutes." tre says through my phone

"my fault i was cleaning and my music was blasting."

"come open the door girl."

i run and open the door.

"heyyy my pretty babyyy" i say grabbing my son out his dads arms

"who you been fucking gen?"

i scrunch my face up "what the fuck nigga?"

"you ain't been fucking me so who you been fuckin?"
"is it malik?" he says grabbing my chin

"your not my man"

"i'm your baby daddy so that mean i'm your man forever."

"listen tre i'm not fucking with you no more. you my baby's father and that's it." i say walking to put zenith in his room to play.

"you saying all this shit now but you know what we is. we forever." he says throwing a stack of money on the counter and beginning to walk out the door

"no nigga i don't know what it is! you're not my man. you a lame ass square ass nigga!!" i say pointing my finger behind his head.
"bitch i just wanna punch you in your shit." i say with so much frustration
"you put me through so much shit it ain't even funny."

"you saying all this now but yo dumbass keep running back every time" tre says coming back in my apartment and slams my apartment door walking back up on me.

"yea i was dumb asf then but bitch i know now. you hoe ass nigga. iont know why you walking up on me like you gon do sum."
"you not hard trevante!! you put yo hands on a woman but wouldn't dare touch another nigga in the streets"

"keep running yo mouth genesis. ima punch you dead in that bitch"

"i bet you won't!" i say pushing his forehead
"i've always been the nice babymama but ima make yo LIFE A LIVING HELL! bitch you shoulda never fucked wit me"
"and don't worry about what nigga i'm fucking!! i'm finna start fucking yo homeboys and the nigga you wanna be like bitch!!"

"let me find out genesis!! ima kill you and that nigga." he lifts his shirt up and pulls his gun out and puts it beside my temple

"what you gon do shoot me Tre?"
"im not scared of yo ass no more"

he evilly laughs and walks out my apartment.

"im fed the fuck up!!" i say locking my door and to myself out loud in frustration

i ain't never been no "bitter babymama" or no toxic, mean ass bitch but this nigga get on my nerves and i'm just over everything. moutherfuckers steady bringing me down and talking to me any kind of way and i'm turning the other mf cheek. it's time for me to show these mfs who i really am and that i can turn up. it's time for me to start cussing mfs the fuck out and slapping bitches in they mf face.