I Hate You

Part 83

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Sevyn POV

Los Angeles, California
December 15th
Sunday, 11:02 a.m.

When Dayvon came into the room I turned off my phone putting it to the side.

"You finna cuss me out? Go head." Dayvon said and i rolled my eyes.

"I hate when you do that. I just try to tell you how I feel. Don't turn it into a argument." I said.

"Yo tone be off ma that's why it sounds like a fuckin argument." He said.

"No that's what starts the arguments. You always feel the need to cuss at me. FOR WHAT?" I said.

"Cause you be pissin me off man. You say shit to provoke a muhfucka. But ion be tryna go there witchu cause you're you." He said opening his drawers and starting to put on clothes and I took a deep breath and deeply sighed.

Sometimes it's hard to even have conversations or argue with Dayvon. But I feel like we're both just always on guard with everything that we're ready to put up a fight about literally nothing. Because this is not what we're even supposed to be talking about.

Von put on some black sweatpants and a white tank top and some socks and he put his dreads into a low ponytail with some dreads hanging loose.

"What was you sayin yesterday ma?" He asked leaning back.

"Dayvon I was so mad at you when they told me you got arrested. Like I want you to understand that you just got signed baby. You have a FUTURE Dayvon. A real future. Why is it so hard for you to understand you don't have to do the dumb shit anymore." I said looking at him.

"It's not about that ma. I don't be doin this shit fa money no mo. I do this shit fa respect. I gotta carry out the legacy of drillin. I got niggas that don't like me ma. Niggas that's tryna kill me right fuckin now. Niggas tryna jump me. Niggas tryna rob me. Niggas tryna fuck me ova. I can't just be sittin on my ass readin the damn bible ma. I gotta go spin. I gotta shoot back. Fuck you want me to do?" He said and I looked up. I barely know what to say in response to that.

"Look atchu. Yeen even ask me why the fuck I'm doin this shit ma. This shit normal ta me ma. This how I grew up. This what I been livin. Shit dont mean nun ta me. Shoot or get shot, simple." He said and I sighed and nodded.

"I just...I just worry about you Dayvon. I really do. I worry about your safety. I do not ever EVER want to have someone call me and say you got killed." I said with my eyes starting to water quickly and my voice cracked. Just that thought alone could break me the fuck down.

Dayvon sat up and pulled me on his lap and kissed me and he started wiping my eyes as I was sniffling.

"Stop cryin ma. You know I hate when you cry." He said and i took a deep breath.

"I want you in the house. I don't want to lose you like that Dayvon." I said.

"I know ma. I know you worry about me. I feel that shit when I go outside. I feel you thinking bout me. But you just gotta trust that I'm good. Imma come back to you every time ma." He said softly kissing my lips and i caressed his face getting a good look at him.

"I love you." I said kissing him.

"I love you." He said.

"You know what I was outside fa?" He said and i nodded.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I said.

"I wasn't tellin you that shit ma. They had me fucked up. Niggas was tryna kill YOU. Niggas was tryna kill me and you. Niggas ca have beef wit me. But witchu? I ain't playin like that. Especially since you'on bother these muhfuckas. Imma shoot bout you. Ion give a fuck." He said making me laugh and I kissed him.