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Next lifetime pt.2 🧘🏽‍♀️✨

Sometime in 1997

I had completely forgotten to tell Andre that I was going out with the girls tonight, but it's not like he ever told me when he was going out with his boys! He'd just leave and come home the next morning as if I wasn't his girlfriend.

"So you really gon sit up here and act like you didn't see me calling and texting your phone y/n?"

Andre shouted as he stood up and walked towards me. It's not like I was scared or anything, but I definitely was prepared for the worst. I took my shoes off and walked past him and entered the bathroom to remove my makeup.

"I know you hear me talking to you right now y/n."

Andre continued to yell at me as he followed behind me to the bathroom. I can only take so much right now, anyways I reached for a makeup wipe until I was cut off by Andre's hand forcefully grabbing my face making me look at him.

"You answer me when I talk to you!-"

I immediately slapped his hand away from my face before he could finish talking. Who was he talking to anyway?.

"And you not gon keep putting yo hands on me and yelling in my face!"

"Who were you with y/n?"

"That ain't none of yo damn business, I'm a grown woman ion have to update you or anybody about my whereabouts!"

I shouted back at Andre as he looked at me with anger plastered all over his face. Here we go y'all.

"Like hell you do! Y'know y/n, I'm about sick and tired of you disrespecting me in my house y-"

I cut him off before he could even finish. Was this nigga serious right now? His house!?!. I was livid at this point. Homeboy thought he was so slick, I'm sick of holding my tongue. He's going to hear what I gotta say whether he likes it or not.

"Don't even start with that shit Andre! Because if anything this is MY HOUSE. I BOUGHT THIS HOUSE, I PAY THE BILLS IN HERE, I PAID THE MORTGAGE, I BOUGHT EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF FURNITURE IN THIS BITCH, YOU LIVE HERE RENT FREE AND EAT ALL MY FOOD AND COME HOME WHENEVER YOU PLEASE AFTER YOUR OUT ALL NIGHT DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT. SO IF ANYTHING I SHOULD BE THE ONE THAT FEELS AS THOUGH IM BEING DISRESPECTED IN MY OWN HOUSE. YOU COME HOME AT 1-4 IN THE MORNING CLIMBING INTO MY BED TRYING TO GET SOME ASS WHILE SMELLING LIKE OTHER BITCHES. YOU DIDN'T THINK I KNEW DID YOU? HOW YOU GON SIT HERE AND LIE TO ME IN MY FACE AND CLAIM YOU WAS AT WORK? NIGGA YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A JOB YOUR A LITERAL BUM.

I shouted at the top of my lungs as if it wasn't damn near 3 in the morning, but in exchange he just sat there and looked at me in disbelief like he was so surprised that I knew what he was really doing. He then broke the silence and grabbed my arm with full force as I tried to walk away from him.

"DON'T BE TRYNA ACT ALL INNOCENT Y/N, YOU JUST CAME HOME SMELLING LIKE A WHOLE NOTHER NIGGA!"

When he grabbed my arm I slapped him across his face so hard, because I know you fucking lying. It's okay when HE does it but when I do it I'M IN THE WRONG?

"ANDRE GET YO SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

He stared at me for a while, it was almost as if he wanted to put his hands on me the way he did when I slapped him last time.

"QUIT STANDING HERE LOOKING AT ME STUPID YOU HEARD WHAT THE FUCK I SAID ANDRE. IF YOU GON DO SOMETHING DO IT!"

I noticed his chest began to rise and fall as his breathing had gotten heavier and heavier. He continued to just stare at me so eventually I began to grab his things and put them outside MY house door.