𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗶

|Atlanta, Georgia|

|August 22nd, 2022|
|11:48 AM|

"I'm sorry for real, Masai. You know I ain't mean to do allat," Justyce profusely apologized, but I wasn't tryin' to hear it.

He didn't get a word from me as I laid across my bed on my belly, phone in hand scrolling. This all occurred over two days ago and I'm still upset. I haven't been to work since the other night.

"What more do you want from me?" He asks, annoyed. "I've been doing nun' but apologizing when I really shouldn't be apologizing for shit."

I didn't have the energy to even argue with him. "Get the fuck out, Justyce."

"What?"

"You heard me. Go. Leave. I'm tired of this," I said, drained. "Take your shit and go."

Justyce walks over to me and snatches my phone from outta my hand, causing me to grow annoyed. Here he goes throwing a damn fit as usual like every time he does when he gets mad. "Gimme back my phone."

"Nah, because the fuck you acting like this to me for, bruh? I been tryin' to make it up to you for some days now, nigga."

"By apologizing? I know you, and I know that you don't mean it for real. Now gimme back my shit that I pay for."

I get up to go get my phone from his hands but he's quicker and much taller. "Yo lil hoe ass probably be texting his ass, do you?"

"Why should that matter, Justyce? Just gimme back my phone."

"I'm not going anywhere, Masai. I drove all the way over here so we can talk and I can make it up to you."

"There's nothing to talk about! I didn't even invite you over here, you took my fuckin' house key."

I start to grab on his arm so I could get my phone back from outta his hand, to which he held higher over his head. "Move, bruh," he said, nudging me away.

I start to laugh even though nothing is funny, but I'm extremely pissed off. "You're mad because I was talking to another nigga when we're not together in the first place 'cus of your fuck up."

His eyes appeared to get darker in anger. "Ain't nobody mad—"

"You mad, you mad, you mad!" I taunted.

He threw my phone across the room at my full body mirror. My mouth dropped opened from his childish actions. "Are you fuckin' serious? Why the fuck would you throw my phone?"

Justyce shrugs his shoulders as he snatched up his keys from off the dresser before storming out. I followed after him, throwing anything that was close in proximity to me at him while he walked out the front door. "Don't come back, bitch ass nigga!"

One of my heels hit the back of his head, making him turn around, bend down to pick it up, and throw it right back at me, hitting me in the chest. "Fuck you, bitch! Go be with that other nigga then!"

Since the kitchen was right there, I walked in there and dug into my drawer to grab a knife to throw at his ass. I did throw it, but it hit the door close to his head causing him to leave with the quickness with a slam of the door.