*Phone rings*
As I look at my phone I see that seven, my bestie, is calling. I love when she calls, she may not call all the time but that's only because we live separate lives.
Seven: hey bestieee
Nyla: omg hey best wyd
Seven: nothing trynna pop some bottles to nightttt
Nyla: oh word? We t'd up tonight?!?
Seven: shtt why not
Nyla: ok cool cool, but um... bestie I have to tell you the craziest sht tht happened to me the other day.
Seven: what?
Nyla: I caught Don cheating, his ass tried to make me seem delusional after I caught him.
Seven: WHATTTT YOU CAUGHT THAT NIGGA FUCKINGGG?!?
Nyla: OMG BESTIE NOO LMAO
Seven: ohh... then wym😂
Nyla: I heard him otp while we came back from a DATE saying he finna pull up on some bitch, yada yada yada, yes girl js a whole bunch of shit.
Seven: oh. My. Gosh.
Nyla: yes girl I wanted to leave his ass right then and there but the nigga wouldn't let me leave.
Seven: that's dumb how he cheat and expect you to sit there and let it happen, girl hell no.
Nyla: right....but he made it up to me, yk that's my man my man my man... 😛
Seven: I'm sick of BOTH of yal goodbye 😂
*call ends*Later that day
So it looks like I'm finally getting out of the house and getting turnt tonight. But first I have to clean up a little, I mean it's already clean, but I hate to have to come back and straighten up the house.
For the next 2 hours, Nyla washed the dishes, swept, vacuumed, mopped, sprayed air freshener, cleaned the bathrooms, and cleaned the kitchen.
*Sighs* ok that's all I'm going to do right now, if I keep cleaning I'll be all night, the house is just a little too big. I stopped to take a look around admiring the beauty of the home, it's actually not that bad. Being a girlfriend held hostage at some crazy nigga's house is kind of great.
I went upstairs to see what I had to wear in the closet. Don took me shopping the other day, but I snuck and went to a different store while he was looking at something. I went to buy me a couple of dresses. Some dresses that I know he wouldn't let me wear.
As I look in the closet I see this grey distressed dress with the Matching heels i bought to go with it.
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RomanceNyla Hopkins has been dating Don since she was in Highschool. On and off, toxic, and sensitive. She finally had enough but, he WONT let her go. What happens when Don takes it to the max? Read to find out😼 ***This book contains abusive content and s...