point of view - jahseh onfroy -
"I don't fucking get it. How could she forgive you and not even speak to me?" Laysia asked me.
"I don't know. Ask her."
"She won't speak to me!" She yelled. "She literally looks at me like I smell like ass or something. She won't give me the time of day. I know what I did sucked, but you literally beat her ass!"
"Why are you yelling at me?" I sighed. "Maybe she just expected better from you."
"I know but still I was her best friend. You don't just walk away from that," she explained. "There has to be something I can do. Maybe you can talk to her."
"Uh uh. Nope I'm not getting in the middle of that. I just got back in her good graces, get somebody else to do it." I turned down the idea.
"Jahseh!"
"Stop yelling at me," I smacked my lips. "I said I'm not getting in the middle of that. You shouldn't have opened up you're big ass mouth."
"You know what? None of this would be happening in the first place if you weren't an abusive asshole, so you need to talk to her, get her to talk to me... so I can apologize," she waved her finger in my face.
"Move that hand before you fuckin lose it."
She's staring to piss me the fuck off.
"Jahseh calm down." I looked up to see Mari, walking towards us. "What the fuck are you doing here?" She looked Laysia up and down.
"I'm here with Stokes... I wanted to talk to you," she seemed frightened or nervous.
"I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to talk to you," Marianna crossed her arms.
"Come on girl, we were best friends. You're gonna just let that go?"
"Yes I am. Because that didn't mean shit to you when you did what you did."
"But he did worse.." Laysia looked defeated.
"I expected better from you."
point of view - aalaysia brown -
How the fuck does that make sense? He literally beat the shit out of her. Embarrassed her.
And she runs into his arms. She's one of those dumb bitches.
"I love you marianna, I want to fix our friendship."
She sighed and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry but no. I'm not interested in doing that."
She turned and walked down the hallway and back upstairs.
I felt myself becoming angry.
How could this bitch.
"AND THE NEXT TIME THIS NIGGA BEATS YOUR ASS, DONT CALL ME YOU STUPID ASS BITCH!"
point of view - marianna ortez -
This grimey ass bitch. I know she didn't.
"I never called you in the first place bitch. But I see how the fuck you're moving you weird ass bitch, you were just damn near begging for me on your knees bitch but now you wanna talk shit. You're a fan bitch."
I marched down the stairs, ready to pummel this bitch.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Laysia laughed when we became face to face.
"Obviously your idol," I smirked. "You wanna be my friend so fuckin bad. Now you wanna talk shit because I turned you away. You're a snake. You were quick to yap my fuckin business but I bet Stokeley doesn't know that while I was fucking that nigga you were in the bathroom on your knees sucking some wanna be ass SoundCloud ass rapper's dick you nasty ass bitch."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stokeley walking down the hallway, leaving the bathroom.
"You did what?" Stokeley asked.
"Why the fuck would you even sit here and do that shit?" Laysia eyeballed me.
"The same reason you told my business.. I guess I just don't know how to shut the fuck up and mind my fucking business."
"Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?" Zeke walked into the room, examining the situation.
"Get the bitch out of my house." I told him, still eyeing Laysia.
"This isn't your house bitch." She rolled her neck at me.
"Hmm.... But it's just so happens that this is my boyfriend's house. So let me rephrase my request. Get your cheap ass out of my man's house, before I take you out, bitch."
She rolled her eyes and scoffed, walking to the front door and excusing herself.
