(A/N: send requests or ppl for me to write imagines abt. fr tho im runnin out of ideas....)
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poppa❤️
Today 7:13
when you comin home
ina few hours
wya?
why
tf u mean why? you left the house this mornin and then gon turn your location off tf
mane you trippin ima be home soon youn gotta worry abt me
nigga where tf you at?
you not talkin ta me like dat shawty😂
ykw alr Read 7:38 pm
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I'm tired of it. tired of him treating me like I don't exist. he barely shows affection to me anymore. he's either on the game or out. i know my worth and im not putting up with anymore of his bs.
I went into the closet and pulled a suitcase out. he obviously don't want me anymore so im doing him a favor and leaving.
As i was putting in a few pairs of shoes..
"Jordyn what the fuck is this shit you postin," he yelled busting into the bedroom. "the fuck is you doing?" he said walking into the closet.
"thought you'd be coming home in a few hours," i said before rolling my eyes.
"what is you doin," he replied snatching the now fully packed suitcase out of my hands.
"im leavin... tf it look like," i said.
"you ain't goin nowhere," he chuckled.
"hell no bashar don't start your bullshit. you be actin like i don't exist when ever you're at home. and then you just be leavin at random times and not be tellin me where you be goin? you don't treat me with any respect and im not dealing with that shit. so we done," i said walkin out the closet.
"you doin too much, i do be showin you attention," he said following me.
"I ain't finna argue with you, gimmie my shit so i could leave," i responded putting on my black Yeezy slides.
"sit ya ass down. you ain't goin nowhere. you crazy if you think you finna leave me. we locked in fa life, mama," he laughed.
who he think he is?
"you know what keep that shit. i am leaving get the fuck," i said.
"try ta leave and i'll shoot ya ass. i ain't playin wit you. you ain't leavin me," he stated getting in front of the door.
"move bashar," i said with a straight face.
"i love you mama," he said wrapping his arms around my waist.
"you gotta be on sum... get the fuck off me," i semi-yelled.
He started kissing all over my body until he reached my lips.
"do you love me?" he said placing kisses all over my neck.
"mm mm," i said. i didn't want to give in but he made me feel good. it's like i can't escape him.
"whatchu say," he questioned before slipping two fingers in me.
"fuck, yes, i love you baby," i responded.
I was finna put his ass to sleep and then leave. He never gon hear from me again. And that's that.
