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When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again.

When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again

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Solána Imani Rowe / Lil Bit
Miami, Florida
1:47 P.M

There was a knock on the door and I went to go get it.

I was met by a pretty brown skin girl.

"Is Kian here?" She asked eying me.

"Why?" I asked.

"That ain't none of your business. I need to talk to her" She said.

"Watch how you talking to me" I said calmly.

"Bitch I don't have to watch shit"

I nodded before putting my hair in a ponytail.

"Aye- mama chill" Kian said lifting me up.

"Nah Kian let me go"

"Baby, chill out for me okay mama?" She said quietly and I relaxed into her grip.

"What do you want Ivy?" She mugged her.

"I'm tryna figure out why you haven't texted me the last couple of weeks. It's like you been avoiding me. But I know why now" She chuckled.

"Shut that shit up. You cheated on me so I'm not sure why you care now all of a sudden"

"Cause we just broke up and you immediately popped out with a bitch"

"I'm not a bitch, you dick gobbling whore" I snapped.

"Kian let me gooo" I whined.

"Ivy we done, that's it" She said closing the door.

"I'll fucking kill that bitch.. real shit" I said.

"I know you will mama, chill out for me. I don't want you being locked up for sum dumb"

My eye twitched.

"Bae" She said.

I'll cut her ass up and put her limbs in acid.

"So no torturing?" Sariyah frowned.

Nah we still going to, trust.

"Mamaa" Kian pouted.

"Yes baby?" I asked.

"Don't kill her please?"

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