Y/n's POV
"Bae, calm down. I'm tryna tell you my piece man." I rubbed my hands down my face knowing she's about to trip out.
"Am I going crazy? You did not just tell me to calm down!" Her voice got louder and louder.
"Calm down!? Y/n do I look fucking stupid!? Stop FUCKING PLAYING WITH ME!" Heels, jackets, and anything else she could find within her reach were then thrown at me.
"Bae, this shit is not true. Yes, I met the girl in New York.." I started but was cut off as quick as I did. "Oh so you remember that bitch face, huh?"
"Tell me Y/n? Did you have a good time with her?" She began pushing on my chest.
"Ian fuck this girl Bey!" I yelled. "We just talked bruh, she was on me in shit but I wasn't on that type of timing bae, I swear. I shut that shit down. I did not fuck this girl!" I raised my voice grabbing her so she could stop hitting me.
She was now the one against the wall.
"Do you really think imma believe that bullshit?" Her head tilted as she flares up into my eyes like she trying to read me.
'Scan me for lies' as she would say.
"You don't believe me?" I grew visibly more upset. "No! I don't believe you." Her voice raised as she began fighting for me to give her space.
"I'm so done." She said more to herself than to me as she started pacing the room with her hands on her hips. Tears began to stream down her face heavily and she turned away from me.
It's something she did every time our arguments got deep and she she couldn't control her tears.
She didn't want me to see her crying because she didn't want me to see how bad my actions and my mistakes affected her.
I make her vulnerable.
"Bab-" I was cut off by a sob. "Leave."
"Bae please. I don't know what to say man. I'm telling you my truth, what do you want me to do? I'll do anything." I pleaded with her slowly stepping closer to her, but once my hands touched her waist she quickly turned around and sent a hard shove to my chest.
"Y/n leave." Her voice was calm but demanding, sending chills through my body.
"Please Bey. I didn't do this shit." But I knew why it is so easy for her to think I did.
I've stepped out before, around the beginning of our relationship. We had reached a rough patch where we were fighting everyday and saying some of the meanest shit to each other.
She matured faster than me, so she wasn't fucking with the childish shit that I was doing and involving myself in, but I wasn't tryna hear lectures from my girl.
It took for me to get arrested on gun and drug charges that made me open my eyes a little to her lectures. But at that point it was too late for her. She called me stupid, childish, and so many other damn names under the book that I didn't even think existed.
She was hurt, scared, disappointed, and angry because she had warned me of where my lifestyle was gonna end me up at.
'Do you wanna be in jail or six feet under? Tell me
Y/n? So I can leave right now.'
When I got released on bail, she had tossed all of my shit out of her place and screamed at me telling me she couldn't mess with no immature nigga.
I let my ego and anger get that best of me that night. I didn't apologize to her for scaring her, instead I told her she was embarrassing me with her dumb ass yelling.
