Amendo Nasohn Scott.
26 years old.
AMENDO BIT DOWN on his bottom lip slightly trying to control his anger that was slowly rising higher and hight as he looked at the picture of his girlfriend hugged up with another man. It wasn't a friendly hug at all.
The mans left palm gripped one of her ass cheeks while her arms rested around his torso. Her head laid pressed up against his chest as she smiled big with her eyes closed.
Amendo looked at the text attached to the picture. 'My Bitch' the text read. Amendo could feel his blood boiling. This wasn't the first time Marsai had cheated on him, and this definitely wasn't her first time being caught.
He had caught the woman on numerous occasions or people would tell on her, but he still decided to stay. She was all he knew. He had been with the woman since he was nineteen and she was twenty four.
Her being older was apart of the reason why he stayed to being that she was so manipulative over the younger males mind.
Standing from the brown suede couch that was implanted in the middle of their living room in front of the coffee table, he made his way down the hallway of the one story home him and Marsai shared.
At the moment, Marsai was in the shower. Instead of going into the bathroom to argue and fight, he sat at the bottom of the California king sized bed. Removing the pre-rolled blunt from the ashtray, he lit it to try his best to relieve some stress before he brought up what he'd just seen.
Amendo placed the blunt between his top and bottom lip before he inhaled. Hearing the shower water come to an halt, he released the smoke from his mouth mentally preparing himself for the lies.
"Whew" Marsai voiced as she walked out of the steam filled bathroom runinng her fingers throughout her wet hair. Walking over towards the black dressers, Amendo watched her every move carefully as he grew madder and madder by the second.
Marsai pulled out a black skims set along with some undergarments before closing up the drawer. Turning around, she slightly jumped at the sight of Amendo sitting on the edge of the bed giving her a death glare as he held the blunt in between his thick, full lips.
"Hey baby. I didn't see you there" She slightly chuckled while furrowing her eyebrows confused on the look he was giving her.
"Bishop, why are you looking at me like that. What's wrong?" Marsai called him by his nick name as she stood in front of him with her arms crossed.
"I thought you were out of town doing business last week Marsai" Amendo asked her as his face rested in a mug. Marsai's confused face quickly dropped. She started to rub her arm before looking off to the side.
"I was, what are you talking about Nasohn" She retorted playing clueless.
"Then you steady lying about the shit. If I ever ask you some Marsai nine times out of ten I already know the answer to it" He fumed before standing up from the bed. He didn't even have that patience, time, or energy to even argue with Marsai anymore about the same shit. He was tired.
This was his breaking point. Bishop didn't understand why she always treated him the way she did when he'd done nothing but be good to her. Out of the seven years of them being together, Amendo never disrespected Marsai.
He'd always treated her how a woman was supposed to be treated, but he'd gotten nothing but a slap in the face in return. He had put up with it all. The cheating. The lies. A pregnancy scare. He was now tired and drained.
"Baby, where are you going. Im sorry" Marsai walked fastly behind Amendo as he made his way down the hallway. She knew she was caught now so there was no reason to keep lying.
