❛ swear to god we put em in the pound
and this shit won't stop like fuck what the opps
say, yeah. they shot. only love for my niggas
the ones from my block. ❜
𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
"You not even attempting to listen to shit I got to say or none man, it's like you done made up your mind and it's fuck me and how I feel Ke, that shit fucked up." Carlos tried to explain himself for the third time since he had walked into her home.
He once again, had been caught red handed, cheating on her. There was no care in the world, no kind of remorse aside from the fact that she had found out about it. It wasn't the first time but for her it was going to be the last.
It was a full blown repeating circle of events. He'd cheat, she would catch him, just to put him out of the house for a couple of weeks - and then he would beg and plead as if he had changed just to come back and then it would start all over.
But this time was different because aside from putting him out - she had also blocked and changed her phone number. It was a small hassle at first because she used her phone for work purposes so a lot of her clients had to be notified about the change which had taken her almost three hours to do.
Once the situation had been explained, most of them were understanding - most of them. There was one who had an issue with it but he got over it after a couple of days since he needed to book an appointment for a retwist anyways.
"I hope you grabbed all of your shit because this is the last time you'll be allowed in here. If it gets left and I find it, it will be donated." She told him in a matter of fact tone before she walked out onto her terrace that over looked the parking lot of the apartment building she lived in.
Just a couple of stories down there was a group of men in the parking area. It was the same group of people who were out there each night - some of them dealing, some of them were shooting dice and the others were just being loud as they all talked.
She recognized most of them as the younger boys who still lived with their parents. It was close to eleven but it was also the start of fall break so she knew there wasn't a reason for them to be inside right now.
Hearing the sound of her front door slam shut, Kemani let out a small laugh. She couldn't find a single fuck to give about a grown man's feelings who didn't care about hers. She even sat out there long enough to watch him struggle to put all of his stuff in the trunk of his car.
As Carlos put the last bag of clothes in the trunk, the sounds of bass beating loud grasped his attention. The noise came from a custom wrapped matte black Camaro. He couldn't see inside of it because the windows were tinted well past five percent.
