𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

12 ꨄ .

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★ 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 , 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒓𝒌 ★
                                                    5:30 pm

DD FROZE, seeing his ex right in front of him. His whole vibe shifted instantly, his eyes dead set on her. Ari glanced up, noticing his sudden stillness.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice uncertain. "Nothin'. Let's go, bro," he replied, his voice dropping deeper, tension creeping in.

"You sure?" she pressed, concern lacing her tone. Before she could ask again, DD grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out the movie theater with an urgency she wasn't ready for.
"The hell, d? Can you just answer my question!" she snapped, raising her voice as he kept dragging her.

He stopped dead in his tracks, whipping his head around. "Who the fuck you think you talkin' to, word to my deads!" he barked, his anger flaring, eyes wild.

Ari flinched, feeling the sting of his words. She was sensitive, and the way he was snapping at her was too much. Tears pricked her eyes. "Take me home," she whispered, wiping her face, trying to hold back the tears.

Instant regret washed over Dd. "Ari, I didn't mean to—"
Before he could finish, she started hitting him in frustration. "Why you gotta make me cry!" she yelled, her punches weak but full of emotion. He gently grabbed her wrists, holding her back.

"Chill the fuck out!" he shouted, trying to regain control of the situation. Ari pulled away, tears falling freely now, folding her arms tight across her chest.

Dd just shook his head, frustrated, as he got in the car. The ride back was filled with heavy silence, her anger and his confusion thick in the air. He kept thinking, maybe I should apologize, but he knew it wasn't gonna fix things right now.

By the time they reached her house, before he could say anything, Ari grabbed her purse and stormed inside. Dd sighed, feeling the weight of the tension settle in. He felt bad, like the whole thing had gone too far, over some dumb shit.

When Ari walked in the house, she saw Kay and Dougie sitting on the couch, blunt in hand.
"Hey, sis," Dougie called out, waving lazily.
"Wassup, ma heart," Kay added, giving her a look.

Ari ignored them both, heading straight upstairs, slamming her door shut behind her. Anger boiled over, and she started throwing things around, tears streaming down her face. Her room became a mess as her screams echoed off the walls.

A knock at her door interrupted her meltdown, and without thinking, she hurled a shoe at it.

"Yo, what the fuck goin' on?!" Kay shouted from the other side. Dougie stood next to him, both of them knowing Ari's temper too well. Whenever she was like this, somebody had definitely pissed her off, and they knew better than to push her when she was on edge.

Ari hurled one last pillow against the wall before collapsing onto her bed, curling up as sobs wracked her body. The tears came hard and fast, the weight of everything pressing down on her. She needed a way out of this mood—a distraction, or maybe just someone's arms to fall into. But she had neither. Not now.

Wiping her face, Ari dragged herself up from the bed and walked over to the closet. She reached underneath the hamper, pulling out a medium-sized black box. Inside, it was packed with bags of weed, vapes, pins, edibles—everything she used to cope when the world got too heavy. She grabbed a bag of weed and her wraps, carrying them back to the bed.

With shaky hands, she started rolling. One blunt, then two, then three, her movements automatic. Smoking was her escape, and even though she knew it wasn't good for her, it was the only thing that kept her grounded when her mind started spiraling. The reality was, besides her sister, aunt, and cousin, she didn't have much. So she found other ways to numb the pain, and tonight, that meant smoking.