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games we play 16

imma kill her. i don't give a fuck what's what, i am killing that bitch. she got some fucking nerve.

bitch so stupid, she go fuck a nigga i stopped dealing with like i'm not really like that. now he finna die and i'm finna fuck her ass up. every chance i get, i'm in her shit.

onika don't use her head. she went to that club and got drunk, let her cousin fill her head up, and fucked somebody....anybody. lauren knew what she was doing too. that motherfucker think she slick.

if she know i'm into it with this man, that should've told her that maybe he trynna fuck her out of spite against me. i fucked that man baby mother...so i knew what he was trying to do. i also know what lauren is trynna do....its working too.

what i didn't know was that my baby momma was dumb enough to do the shit she was told to do. like i know i'm a fucked up person, i've been fucking around on her for so long. i've come to the realization that she's never really fucked anyone else on me. that's been acknowledged at this point. i know.

but she know how i am when it comes to her... i will kill every nigga that she think she's gonna be with over me. and that's just that, no changing it. i am crazy over that small ass human.

i'm not sure why the fuck the dude she messed with had to be dre. it could've been anybody and i still would've turned up on her ass. but i probably wouldn't have been as heated. like i wanted to see blood come from her. that's it.

she so lucky my sister came. i wasn't planning on letting her go at all hadn't she showed up. onika probably would've died right there. not gonna lie.

i've been trying to calm myself down though. only because same night....i got me some pussy. like fucked all night type shit. and i don't think onika know that so it's been giving me some guilt.

we both did the same thing, just she fucked an opp. doesn't make any one of us any better.

"beyoncé i don't care, you need to leave that girl alone." solange gave me a look while handing me the girls backpacks. i rolled my eyes not giving a fuck about what she's saying.

she been on my ass.

i really need her to mind her business though. ever since that day she's been trying to figure out why all that was happening anyways. i'm not telling shit. this between me and my dumbass baby momma.

"tell my kids come on."

"i'm serious. don't go in her house."

"shut. the fuck. up solange. damn." i huffed and looked to the house as my girls came running out. they ran to me quickly, and i picked them up. "hey babies. y'all have fun?" i walked away from my worrisome sister and put the kids in the car.

ignoring the calling of my name i got in my car and sped off. she need to stop talking to me, deadass. solange always wanna be in my business at the wrong times.

"papa we have birthday pancake for breakfast! and it not even our birthday!" braniyah always spoke so loud like her mother. i chuckled.

"it doesn't have to be your birthday babygirl."

"but it's a birthday."

"i know mama. y'all hungry?"

"yes!" braniyah shouted but bre smacked her lips giving her a 'really' look. i'm guessing they just ate and niya being greedy. "well we just eat but."

"you still hungry baby?"

"no."

"so why you say yes?"

"cause." she shrugged. i shook my head looking at her through the mirror. if she's not her mother then i don't know who she is. all i can say is i'm not ready for them to grow up.