when deante and autumn going through relationships problems.
"you not even fucking listening to me." autumn said, walking away from deante who was zoned out in the studio.
"i do, what is you talking about?"
"what i'm talking about? nigga, i'm asking you change your fucking ways!"
deante rolled his eyes at the boy because they about to go in circles again—about the same bullshit.
wanting him to change, blah, blah, blah. same old shit.
deante sighed, "what's the problem now huh? we were just fine!"
he stand up to see pills, weed, and alcohol on the counter when he followed autumn, "you're getting high again? autumn you just went to rehab."
autumn blushed in embarrassment, moving his hands around his body. deante grabbed both of his arms and his face, watching his eyes dilate when they look into his eyes.
"yeah, i'm definitely not talking to you." autumn ripped his arms and face away, looking at deante.
"why? because you know you're actions and the way you be acting?"
"no autumn, i don't like listening to you when you high because you just be talking out spite," he spoke very nonchalant to him, "besides, it's gonna be the same bullshit about what? my actions and the way we haven't been together like we used to?"
drante scoffed, "we're rappers. we not gonna see each other most of the time!"
"but we're in a relationship though! a relationship that been holding onto for three years! and it's holding on by a thin tree branch!" autumn explained, "i want the deante who said they would love me by my side...who said they would love when their family left and said fuck him."
deante leaned against the wall, seeing autumn tears fall when he grabbed the bottle of liquor, drinking his sorrows away.
"stop." he said, reaching over to stop him.
autumn leaned back by an inch, seeing the lightskin going around the counter, grabbing him by his wrist.
"...no!" he whined, fighting back with deante as he tried to grab the bottle from him.
"you're drunk autumn, you need to stop!" deante pushed him against the wall.
a loud slam hit the floor, noticing autumn slipped and dropped the bottle; glass was everywhere in the kitchen.
autumn eyes moved from the bottle to deante loosening his grip on his boyfriend, zoning into his thoughts as he remembered every encounter they had—loving and cold-hearted times.
he just blacked out. suddenly, deante shouted as he felt himself being poked in the eye by autumn fingernail.
"autumn why you hitting me dude?" deante tried to stop him by holding his hands together but failed, autumn continued to hit and punch on him.
deante was pushed in the bedroom, seeing the love of his life crying and beating on him. it took a lot in his manpower to not put his hands on him but he had enough of him doing this, everytime he has something in his system. he was physically tired of putting his hands on the fragile person he wanted to marry soon.
deante pushed autumn, pushing him against the wall before choking on him, closing his windpipe.
autumn slapped him to try and let him go from his neck, gasping for air before clawing his face once again, deante holding his face again before feeling autumn hop on his back.
