WASTELAND

Villain's Theme

*Remember this is a FICTIONAL story. This does not reflect the artist Brent Faiyaz real life. I am writing this fanfic based off his album wasteland. I am a huge fan of Sonder and his music he made in his solo career. I do not own any of the music or fan art associated with Wasteland. My fanfics are just my way of showing appreciation. If you like this story and would like for more quick updates vote!*

"What purpose do your vices serve in your life?", She questions as listen to my Rolex behind her tick. Tuning people out nowadays has become a sport. I give her a shrug to let her know, I don't know. She lets out a small breath of frustration letting her head fall. I pick up the bottle from the small round high table we sat at. Filling the shallow glass half way to capacity. This bitch been watching to many self help podcasts.

"Maybe, it helps me cope with all the fucked up shit I've gone through and done in life.", I toss the shot back slamming the glass on the wooden table. I could tell she was annoyed by my drinking habit, but I really didn't care. I'm the reason she gets to walk around in the latest fashion. Matter of fact, I'm the reason why her bum ass has the confidence to come at me. Yes, I can call my lazy ass baby mama a bum. As of right now she's living off of my dimes.

"You're so disrespectful Brent. How the fuck could you sit there and take a shot after I told you to slow down on all this bullshit. You think shit a game?", She gets the attention of the small crowd around us. I remain unbothered by her childishness. She wants a reaction out of me. I pour another round into the glass as she continues her annoying speech.

"Look, shawty mind your muthafucking business bitch?", I say fanning off that bullshit she's spewing out. Kena knows I don't have time for this nonsense anymore. Who the fuck is she to give me any advice. I'm the one who taught her ass how to parent and be mature.

"No, I'm not done until you give me the two bands we talked about our baby need some stuff", Kena adds in crossing her arms across her small chest. This is why we're really here. This bitch has had her hands deep in my pockets since she dropped the baby. I still haven't gotten a D.N.A test yet. Real man like myself keeps receipts on stuff like this. She can have it all right now. We'll see if she knows what she's doing. I'll play the game, but you can't player a player.

"Here, make sure you drop her off Monday 8am sharp.", I say with a smile. This lazy woman still gonna have Saturdays clothes on. Reeking of liquor in shame, it never fails. Yet, she's on her high horse looking down at me. Hopefully she remembers who helped her get on that motherfucka.

"We didn't agree on 8am, I can come at 12 or something.", Kena rolls her eyes adding in a lovely "mmcht". I don't even know why I fucked with this hoe. Actually I do know, drunk ass one night stand. Shit, maybe I do need to put the bottle down. I could've dodged this ghetto fabulous bullet.

"Damn Kena? What are you gonna do when it's time to take her to school?", I seriously needed to know. I can't have a hoe raising my daughter.

"If you wanna be up that early come and get her! She ain't in school so we ain't on that", Kena gets defensive and hits her vape. Kena may get on my nerves from time to time, like now. But she's always got the connections and information I need.

"I will because you ain't shit at all.", I say laughing and handing her the envelope with money.

"Nigga fuck you I was the shit when I was riding that dick", Kena says boldly getting up to put the money away. I watch her walk away, at least that ass looks nice. Drunk or not, I got good taste regardless in the looks department. Kena is a waitress for a club named Sin. On occasion, I come here to perform when they invite me. I flag down a waitress for another round. I love whenever I'm out and no one peeps that it's me. Being incognito is my best skill.