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nobody gets me- unreleased

bitch: i miss you.
: answer me and stop being like that.
: onika i'm sorry.
: i never wanted this to happen to us, i actually love you.
: you making me do the shit i'm doing. just talk to me.

i saw as the messages rolled through. she's been at it all morning. this is what woke me the fuck up. for me to be so drunk last night i wouldn't expect my notifications to wake me up.

lauren was such a good girl and i could see myself falling in love with her. i actually liked her. but the fact that she fed into the stuff bey was doing is what turned me off. she literally let beyoncé intimidate her so much to the point that she forgot that i even mattered.

we were doing good when we were ignoring beys flirtations and shit. i know i was. nobody was stunting beyoncé at first. then i guess lauren started to feel like she was under bey. it got annoying. she had everything to say about her being around.

bitch: can we just talk? that's all.
: i just wanna apologize for the things i've caused. i know i'm not blocked, and you're reading the messages.
: please?

stop. what you wanna talk about? :

bitch: us onika. i miss you.

there's nothing to talk about then lauren. you fucked up with me. fuck you :

bitch: that's understandable but can we talk about something else then? about the things i've done to try and hurt you?

i might beat your ass :

bitch: i'll deserve it...i just wanna talk.

come to my house, don't come in :

bitch: i'll be there in five.

i huffed tossing my phone and got out of bed. my head is killing me and it feels like i'm about to throw up all my insides. beyoncé laid there peacefully as i tried being as quiet as i could. i'm way too clumsy for that shit.

she didn't get drunk last night so she's good.

my phone dinged and i got it off the bed while brushing my teeth. lauren said she was outside making me roll my eyes. after finishing up i put some slides on and went outside. she better not be on bullshit.

when i went out i saw an unfamiliar car out so i went up to it. she let the window down and i stood there just looking at her.

"get in, please."

"no. you prolly got some fucking paparazzi waiting to snap some false ass shit."

"i don't...no one even knows i'm here but you."

"bullshit, you put out a whole video of me beating your ass. wasn't it just you then?"

"that's what i wanna apologize for...just get in."

i sighed heavily before opening the door and getting in. the last thing i am is scared so i sat there calmly. her eyes were on me like she couldn't take them off. my eyes rolled hard and i turned to her.

"you said you wanted to talk. get to it."

"ok....i'm sorry. you hurt me though onika. i didn't do anything and you just said fuck me like we never had anything going. you acted like you weren't telling me you loved me when we fucked or even treated me like a queen when i woke up....it's not fair."

"lauren but you still went about it all wrong, you slashed my tires and keyed my car. you could've talked to me like this, you know i would've listened."