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It was around 11:30 p.m., and you were in the studio working on your new EP with your producer and laying down some vocals. Once you were done, you were listening to the playback of a song you just recorded when your phone rang. It was your boyfriend, Takeoff. You and he have been dating for about three months, and he's been the best boyfriend ever. At first, you guys decided to keep it on the low, but it was his idea to go public with the relationship.
"Hey, baby. What's up?" You answered. "Hey, how that song going?" He asked. "It's going good, we're working on the final touches now." You responded. "That's good, my love, I can't wait to hear it." He replied. "So what's the moves for tonight?" You asked him. "Uh... I was actually calling to ask if you wanted to come with me to a lil shindig for my boy Freaky." He responded. "Oh yeah... Nah, I got too much to do. But you go and have fun, love you." You told him. "Aight, Imma let you get back to work. I love you too." He responded, then you hung up and got back to writing and recording.
It was 1 a.m., and you ended up finishing up earlier than you thought, which meant you could pull up to the party after all. You called Take, but his phone went straight to voicemail. You tried three more times, but it went to voicemail all times. You went to Instagram and looked at his friend's Instagram story. Lo and behold... a party full of strippers. He and his friends party with strippers all the time, so that never really bothered you. You knew what it was before y'all got together, but there was a reason he wasn't answering his phone, and you were going to get to the bottom of it. You watched the stories from multiple friends and put two and two together as to where they were. Your blood was boiling.
You got your keys and went to the house where the party was taking place. You pulled up, and there were cars everywhere, and the music was blasting. You opened the door and saw everyone having a good time. Almost everyone was in attendance, including Cardi and Saweetie. You got a drink and then walked around to look for Take. You finally spotted him, and a stripper was dancing on him. You were so heated that all you saw was RED. You walked up to him and threw the drink on him and the girl. "What the fuck?" The stripper yelled out. He was shocked to see you and knew he'd been caught in the act. "So this what we doing?!" You asked angrily, slapping his drink out of his hand. He put his hands up to try to stop whatever was coming next, but once you saw red, everybody should know to clear the room. "Girl, chill the fuck out!" He said to you.
DJ Durel turned off the music, and now everyone was looking at you. But you ain't care about that, you had one target. You walked up to him and got in his face. "Don't tell me to chill the fuck out nigga! Why you turn your phone off?!" You asked, pushing him out of the way. "What the fuck you talking about? What's the issue?" He asked you. "Bye! Have fun with the stripper hoes! You said as you began to walk off. "Bye, stupid bitch!" The random stripper said to you. "Nah, don't do that. That ain't what you want." He responded, warning her. But it was too late, you turned around, took off your shoes, and immediately ran up and punched the girl in the face multiple times until Take and Domingo pulled you off of her.
