Down 4 You

|Fall for your type|

Nakya

"Wake yo ass up Ryan!" This nigga have literally lost his mind. I stood by his side of the bed with his phone in my hand. Some chick name Mariah was calling. The hoe really asked me to tell him he left his hoodie. "Move Kya damn." Ryan rolled around in his sleep. I took the glass of water by the bed and poured it on him. I watched his soak body emerge from the bed. "What the fuck, Nakya Why would you do that shit?!!" He was pissed but so was I. "Nigga fuck you, got hoes calling you three o'clock in the morning. Who is she Ryan?" He gave me a shocked look, like he didn't really want me to know this female. "A friend Nya gimmie my phone." He reached his hand out and I gave him a five. "Nope. Where you been all day with this Mariah cause you sure did leave your jacket." I was heated now cause he wasn't even trying to explain himself. "Look Bae gimmie the phone." He moved closer and I backed up. "Bae? Oh now I'm bae, in these texts though Mariah is bae." "Are you fucking this girl?" He eyes hit the floor. Like suddenly our carpet was a lot more interesting then this matter at hand. "Why the fuck you care? It ain't like you here anyways always gone." He tried to make this about me. This was not about me, this was about his cheating ass. "Whatever, when I leave I'm at work. When you go I don't even know anymore." I looked at the man I've been with for six years. Six long years. I've had to deal with jail time, hoes, fights and even a bullet. I go through more then what most people do. I even made vows with this fucker. " I work, your a CNA Nakya. That don't keep you in Chanel and all that other designer shit!" He barked at me. This nigga worked as A Kingpin. A occupation that I hated, but put up with for him. "Sure it doesn't." This clown ass nigga wasn't shit "I buy my own shit, you buy me things that I don't wear." I threw his phone at him and ran into the bathroom. He wasn't bout to see me cry. I slide down onto the floor and let the tears fall. How could this nigga want anybody else to hold him down, how could he lie to me and sleep around? I just couldn't figure it out. I cooked, cleaned, fucked like a porn star. I was the whole package. "Bae open the door." I scoffed hearing his voice. "No Ryan leave me the fuck alone. Weak niggas do weak shit." That's what he was a weak nigga. I moved over to my little brown box. I opened the lid and pulled out the things I needed for my blunt. I didn't smoke everyday but when I did I did it cause of Ryan. He was always doing dumb shit." I finished Rolling my blunt and lit it up. I took a few puffs and started chocking. "Are you fucking smoking?" Ryan banged on the door. "Look bitch nigga, you is not bout to ruin my high. Get the fuck off the door and go to yo bitch!" I yelled out of anger and being high. "I will she bouts take pipe to." He laughed and a heard shuffling in the room and then the door closed. This hoe gone really leave? I laughed to myself, cause I knew he was a cheater from jump street. So I was the stupid one.

After I finished my fifth blunt. I put my box back up along with my tails. (#TailBluntsBeTheTruth) I stood up on shaky legs. I made my way to the room and fell on the bed. "You really thought I was leaving?" I heard Ryan's voice. My eyes were to heavy to stay open. Until I heard a loud Tap on my ass. Soon after it started to sting. "Fuck, Ryan why would you?" I hopped up and ran toward him, he caught me and put my in a head lock. I sent two body shots his way. He slapped my ass and turned me around. "Shut up, talking back to me and shit." He slapped my ass and slid inside my wetness. All the lies and bullshit slipped away.

Kya in MM>>>