CHEATER, CHEATER. PUMPKIN EATER.

LOVE DONT LOVE NOBODY

Rashad has a perfect life. Billion dollar net-worth, sexy and loving wife, smart and well-behaved kids, and a $ 1 million mansion. Men want to be him and women want to be with him. He's a New York Times winning author and a Oscar winning actor and producer. He's got everything anyone could want. His wife, Persephone, is a grammy winning singer that has worked with artists such as Nicki Minaj, SZA, Beyoncé, and Drake. Their two kids, Apollo who is 16 and Aphrodite who is 18, are both medal winning track stars and make good grades. So, basically the nigga is fucking perfect. Literally. Let's follow Rashad on his fucking shit show journey, shall we? Today is Rashad and Persephone's anniversary. Coincidentally, they got married on halloween. So he left set on his new movie early since all the candy would be gone later in the day since it's Halloween. He walks onto his local Walmart and grabs a box of caramel apples (which he knows she loves) and a box of chocolate candies. He hops back in his Mercedes and picks up the kids from school.
"Wassup, old man!" Apollo taunts hopping into the front.
"Shut up, Apollo! I told you I wanted shotgun! Anyways, hey daddy." Aphrodite yells rolling her eyes at her cocky younger brother.
"Hey, you two. Do you guys ever just get along?" Rashad teases.
"Well maybe if your daughter wasn't such a brat, maybe we could!" Apollo replies.
"If your son wasn't such a fucking cunt then maybe I would see about that also." Aphrodite screams.
"Hey, language, Aphrodite." Rashad says seriously. "You may be an adult but until you graduate high school and get out of my house you ain't gonna talk like that."
"Sorry, daddy." Aphrodite replies as she punches Apollo for blowing a raspberry at her.
"Ok, I'm dropping you off at your Grandma's house because me and your mom are going to a steak house so you two need to behave with your cousins." Rashad says, knowing what was about to be said.
"Sorry for the cussing daddy, but if that bitch Keisha try me I'm gonna whoop that hoe's ass." Aphrodite replies.
"Yeah, and if that dumbass nigga James try me I'm gonna stick my foot up his ass." Apollo adds.
"Can both of you shut the fuck up I'm getting a fucking headache." Rashad says fully over this whole conversation. He drops the kids off, knowing there's 95% his mother-in-law's house is going to be burned down when he gets back and heads back to the house. He brings the chocolates in and sits them and the apples in the fridge as he lies his jacket on the countertop. He greets his maids and screams Persephone's name. He yells her name again and instead of an answer he hears a loud bang. He shushes his maid and grabs a huge steak knife. He brushes coldly up the stairs, ready for whatever comes out. Rashad gets to their bedroom door and noticed it was closed. Something Persephone never does. He slowly opens the door to see two bodies under the sheets, kissing as they make love. His caution turns to rage as he slams the door open.
"Persephone, what the fuck are you doing!" He screams. "Who is the nigga?" The man on top of the woman jumps up, using the covers to conceal his lower half. Judging by the smell in the room, Rashad could tell he didn't wash that area very often.
"Baby, what are you doing back so early?" Persephone squeals, scurrying to cover herself up.
"You the one asking questions? Really, Persephone?" Rashad replies in disbelief.
"Wassup man, I'm King." The man sats holding out his right hand, holding the cover with his left hand.
"Sit your goofy ass the fuck down, nigga." Rashad responded. King put his muscle-filled arms down, knowing Rashad wasn't playing no type of games. Rashad observed King and he was handsome and well-built but one thing he noticed was his hygiene. His armpits were very hairy and smelled like a very dark and rotten smell of onions. He definitely didn't wash his lower region as Rashad smelled that before he even walked in. Really, Persephone cheated on him with a musty nigga? She got him fucked up.
"You, get the fuck out my house." he said pointing at King. "Yo, P. We need to talk."
"Nah, I don't really think that's needed. We can all talk." King said putting his arm on Rashad's arm.
"Don't touch me." Rashad warned, brushing his hand off of him.
"I think we can figure this out, though." King said putting his hand back on Rashad's arm.
"I said don't touch me!" Rashad screams and in a fit of rage, he stabs King in the center of his abs.