The Girl Next Door

𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏.

(BIG TIME SKIP! - Imaiah is now 19, moved out and has her own place)

A Year Later..
Imaiah's Pov

I looked at the time on my phone and it read 5:07pm. Thank fuck! I can finally go home. I tidied my desk and logged out of my computer, shutting it down and grabbing my stuff, making my way out of my office and out of the building.

I walked to my car and got inside n then i heard my phone ring. I picked it up, excited to hear my baby's voice.

Before i got the chance to speak i heard panting.. what the fuck?

"F-Fuck A'Shyla!!" I heard a girl moaning my girlfriend's name through the phone. My eyes immediately started to fill with tears. Yea, i'm upset and clearly bothered but i'm more irritated than anything.

I hung up the phone without saying a fucking thing and drove all the way home. A'Shyla is supposed to be coming over in a couple hours. She's in for a whole lotta yelling.

I parked my car in my driveway and stormed inside, up the stairs and into my bedroom. I placed my things done and immediately got out of my formal clothes and into the shower.

As the hot water touched my skin i felt at ease.. i closed my eyes and let the burning sensation take over all of my thoughts.

After showering, i put a pair of my ethika boxers on with a matching sports bra along with some shorts.

I heard my doorbell ring.

I stormed down the stairs and swung my front door open. A'Shyla walked in and i slammed the door shut behind her.

"Hey baby." A'Shyla said, smiling at me and wrapping her arms around me.

"Don't fucking touch me." I said, furiously pushing her off of me. She comes in MY fucking house and wants to act as if nothing happened? Like she wasn't just fucking on some bitch before she got here?

I chuckled and pushed her as she kept tryna come close to me.

"I said don't touch me A'Shyla. You're fucking disgusting. You was just fucking onna bitch before you got to my house. Don't fucking play in my face!" I shouted at her as she stood there lost for words.

"Fucking say something A'Shyla!!" I yelled again.

"Baby what are you talkin' bout bru.. I was at the fucking store." She said, lying in my fucking face.

"Here you fucking go with yo lame ass bullshit. Why are you lying straight to my fucking face." I growled. Her lying is irking my soul.. I hate liars with all my heart.

"I heard the bitch moaning yo damn name.. puta sucia." I continued and pulled out my phone, showing her my call log, her name being at the top.

"Shit.. baby i'm sorry, i didn't mean to. It didn't mean anything- SHE didn't mean anything mama." She said tryna hug me but i pushed her away.

"Don't put yo nasty ass hands on me." I spat.

"Mama.."

"Fuck you A'Shyla. Don't EVER contact me again. Lose my number and socials.. fuck you and that bitch. Now get the fuck out of my house." I said keeping a straight face so she knew i was serious.

She sighed and walked out, slamming my door behind her. Who the fuck does she think she is to slam MY door?! Dirty ass bitch.

"FUCK." I yelled in frustration.

It's cool, fuck that dirty dog ass bitch.. I walked to the little office in my house and sat down at my desk.. beginning to write. I needed to let everything out and one thing i'm truly good at is poetry.