I've been living in Florida for months, by myself.
I was in a 2 bedroom apartment, by myself.
I was living alone, going crazy to be honest.
I heard Ddot was coming to Florida to shoot a music video.
Obviously, I didn't care.
Honestly, I was pissed at him and I hated him.
When he released "Leray", it didn't take long for people to send me hate.
Ddot's words in an interview were, "my intentions with my song weren't bad, you feel me? It's just how I felt. And plus, I was angry when I was making it. But that bitch did make me miserable."
He never told me, how could I have known?
What was I supposed to do? I didn't want to see him at all, it even hear about him.
I walked outside and saw some sort of camera crew in the parking lot.
Did I care? No.
I lit up a blunt and I heard a familiar voice.
"Yo who has that za?" The voice asked.
"None of us." An unfamiliar voice said.
"It's prolly her right der." Another person said.
I looked down and my eyes widened.
It was, of course, Darrian.
He smirked at me and made his way up.
I shook my head and tried to walk back into my apartment, but he was too fast and slid in right behind me.
I looked at him stupid, why would you be in a room with me after what you said?
I hadn't spoke to anyone, or at all since me and him broke up. There was no reason to.
"How've you been?" He asked.
I glared at him, with tears filling my eyes.
I took another puff from my blunt.
I wasn't going to answer, I was going to let my appearance say it all.
My hair was in a bun, my eyes were very bloodshot and puffy, and I had lost tons of weight.
"So, you not gonna talk?"
I stared at him before a tear dropped on my cheek.
I turned around and walked into my room.
"The least you can do--"
"I make you miserable, remember? I'm just a bitch who makes you miserable."
He stayed silent.
"Why are you here-- what-- what do you want?" I sniffled, turning my back to him and looking out the bedroom window.
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"I'm sorry for that, aight? I was just mad, but I came to tell you something."
I turned my head to side eye him and nodded for him to continue.
"That wasn't my cousin."
I scoffed.
"Ok." I shrugged.
"We'd been dating for a while, probably about a week after I started dating you, I started dating her." Ddot confessed.
I turned around.
"Get out."
"I'm not done-- I was only crying because she was pregnant."
"GET OUT DARRIAN!" I yelled.
"Mmchtt, you don't mean that." He sucked his teeth.
"GET THE FUCK OUT! I HATE YOU BRO. JUST GO." I pushed him.
"I--I ONLY DID WHAT I DID BECAUSE OF YOU, AND YOU'VE BLAMED ME ALL THIS TIME?! FUCK YOU. GET THE FUCK OUT." I never screamed, but I couldn't help it.
He smirked at me.
What the fuck.
I smirk back, and then punch him in the stomach.
He bent down and grabbed his stomach.
"Darrian, baby...get the fuck outta my house." I whispered into his ear. I grabbed his arm and led him down the stairs.
I saw DD.
"You forgave him, but not me? Okay bitch."
I was embarrassed, so I was gonna embarrass him in front of all his niggas.
"YOOOO." One guy laughed.
"See what happens when you lie? And you a whole bitch...remember that" I whispered in his ear before pushing him to the ground.
Then....
I woke up...I was back in New York, in bed with Darrian.
