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𝐓𝐇𝐄 front door to Dayvon's home opened, revealing him walking in, his eyes low and red, but not just from the exhaustion, from the blunts he'd smoked prior to getting home.
Walking upstairs, he sighed, pulling off his hoodie, and opening the bedroom door, seeing Alyssa sitting up, watching Tangled, that played on the flatscreen TV on the wall.
"Wassup mama." He walked over, attempting to kiss her face, but failed once she dodged it, making him tilt his head in confusion.
"What's wrong wit' you?" He sat on the bed, and she didn't even remove her eyes from the Television.
"Dayvon get the fuck out my face." She spoke without any emotion, her arms crossed against her chest.
"What I did?" He paused the movie, and she smacked her lips, getting out of bed, going downstairs into the kitchen, and he followed.
"Kazyn stop talking to me real shit." She grabbed a glass cup, running some water from the sink into it.
"Wh—." He couldn't even finish his sentence before she threw the water on him, a mug now gracing her face.
"Why the fuck are you home so late? No call, no text, you just think you single, huh? What told you to do some stupid ass shit like that? Boy, I swear, me and Ashanti should jump yo' dumb ass." She ranted, her chest moving up and down, and if looks could kill, Dayvon would be in a body bag.
"And you don't even care! Say something, stupid!" She pushed him by his chest, her voice filling the downstairs area, and you could probably hear it upstairs as well.
"Nigga I swear to-- If you don't explain why the hell you walking in at three- almost four in the morning, you can sleep on the couch, in your own house." She warned, her leg bouncing up and down.
"Ashanti fucking cried herself to sleep because she was worried about you, and you know how emotional she is. You, couldn't even make my first day home in three months special! Cause you wanna go out and do shit that could get you locked up, or even killed! You couldn't even pick up the phone, my nigga!" She yelled, and he rubbed his face, the water falling from his dreads.
