You was made for me
Yeah but all you do is take from me
All you bring around is hate for me
I don't think you safe for me
I'm fucked up but you was made for me
- MajorNine
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Giselle Pov :
"You hopping back and forth isn't going to make things go faster." Onika spoke making me stop in my tracks. "You're going to walk all your pain medicine off. We still have to wait for our ride." She reminded me, as she still laying in the hospital bed on her phone.
"It doesn't take that long to print out a couple of papers." I couldn't help but sigh at the wait and the lack of patience I have for it. "My phone charged up some?" I have shit to do, and it wasn't going to get done with me here.
"A little. Why?" Nicki raised an eyebrow, not making any effort to give it to me.
"Because it's mine and I need to use it." I answered a little too sarcastic for her liking.
"Well, come get it yourself since you need it so bad." Onika challenged, waiting for me to continue down a path of destruction. "Never mind." She took the phone off the charger and tossed it to the edge of the bed.
"Preciate you, mamas." I thanked her, earning an eye roll.
: Deal
"Your brother on his way up now."
"We're leaving as soon as he gets here." I knew where to get drugs if i needed them
"Thirsty to leave just to be sitting in the house is crazy." Little did she know and I wasn't about to educate her.
Prince : Cum thru
I spent the last few years learning to be less reactive and tried using my head more. Now I started to think about situations in their entirety and be mindful of who all could be affected by my course of actions. I was being more responsible, more reasonable even, but nobody seems to give a fuck.
People seemed to be getting me trying to heal and me being pussy confused. My old ways were already set in stone i could always tap back into the old me. It was my choice to try and become better person, in hopes of being a someone a person would care to lose.
"Okay G, here's your discharge information." Ciara said snapping me out of my head. "They gave her a two-week supply of Vicodin and there are instructions on wound care as well." She handed the small stack of papers to Nicki. All my complaining finally paid off, I smiled seeing Gucci come in the room.
"Thanks." Onika flipped through the paper before securing them into her purse. "Five more minutes and you would've missed us." She giggled.
"Seconds." Honestly I had about ten more I could spare.
"She wasn't too much trouble?" My brother asked his ex.
