No. 9

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"Do you wanna fucking leave?!" Imani snapped and I got up just incase I do gotta leave so ion gotta put my hands on no female.

"You cant be throwing shit at me and miss, Imani." I said back to her so she started throwing hands like I was one of them lil girls she be beating up.

She pulled my head down and started uppercutting me. I started pulling away from her and grabbed her flying fist.

She started resorting to kicking me as she bit her bottom lip.

"Nigga, stop before I have to hurt you." I told her but that aint help nun since she got out my grip, by kicking my dick, and grabbed my hair from my scalp and pulled backwards from the side then started attacking my eyes.

"Yeah, whos the bitch now?" Imani taunted.

She was lowkey beating my ass with her strong ass. I wasn't tryna fight her back but i cant go out like that.

"Fuck off my hair, lil girl!" I yelled grabbing her arm that was hurting my eyes.

I tried to turn towards her but her strong ass ended up dragging me to the ground causing me to hit my head on the way down.

She put her foot on my chest as she leaned down applying pressure and started punching me in my face.

I quickly grabbed her ankles as hard as I could and pulled them towards me which made her fall on me.

I got up from underneath her and picked her up from her hair from the scalp like she did me. In the process she was kicking at me but I dragged her ass into the wall creating a small dent.

"Keep yo damn hands to yo fucking self or you gone wish you fucking did," I threatened yet promised.

I grabbed her throat with a harsh grip to show my strength and pulled her closer to me lifting her up a lil bit while she was on the ground.

I looked her straight in her eyes, "Streets word." Then dropped her and left her room.

I entered her bathroom to look at myself to make sure I looked straight but her dumb ass scratched my face up and left a lil ass knot on my eyebrow. Ion know who the fuck she think she is.

She aint never put her hands on me like that and she knew better.

I came back in her room and found her in the same spot I left her. Crying.

"Imani." I said calmly but she aint answer so I raised my voice a little more and repeated her name.

"I heard you." She mumbled with an attitude.

"So why you ain answer me?" I asked because she knows ion like being ignored.

"I was about to, Romeo. You was rushing me." She slightly cried.

I didnt care.

"You want me to leave still?" I asked.

If I wasnt homeless right now, I wouldve left her alone and cut her off fully but ian sleeping in my car.

"Duh, nigga. You really dont fuck with me no more." She spat trying to hold in her tears that eventually fell out.

I guess I gotta sleep in the car then.

I look at Imanis pitiful looking face. She was looking really hurt with her ugly crying face and of course that had me feeling bad. I hate seeing that girl cry.

"Imma leave but give me a hug real quick, shawty." I requested but she declined saying "Fuck no, " and turning her head away from me.

"Why you crying then? You fucked my face up a lil-- dragging me and shit knowing i wasnt tryna put my hands on you."

"You pissed me off." She said attitude-filled and that attitude finna piss me off.

"That aint my first time pissing you off so thats some bullshit. Yo ass was just getting too comfortable." I told her trying to keep my cool.

"Ian dem other niggas you can just beat on and Im pretty sure I made that clear the first time we was fucking with eachother." I continued.

"You been treating me like shit lately. I wish we had that love we used to have." Said Imani as she started getting herself together.

Ion know why she said that like we were in love in the first place. I treated her like a man is supposed to treat a woman til her hoe ass cheated on me.

Ian say shit to what she said because I was about to tell her about herself.

"Im going to bed." I said dismissing what she said.

Imani got up to walk over to me and gave me a side hug. "Theres your hug." She slightly smiled.

I took my shirt off when I noticed I left a mark around her neck. Before I could say anything, a niggas voice yelled Imanis name inside the house.

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