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S L I M A Z Z 📍: Discovery Bay, Ochi Rios. Continuing....
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"Kinda fuckry dis dwq, slimazz really stab mi to bloodclaat" He spoke in disbelief going to grab me again but I swiftly backed away.
"Next time a inna yuh eyes it a guh, you know not to play with me but yet still you keep playing" I felt angry tears burned my vision as I stared at him.
"We just had sex, not even 24 hours ago" I sobbed while pointing the bloody pencil at him.
"I hate you, you got me pregnant for what? You're basically leaving me and now I'm a single mother because yah fuck other artist, Mrs Nighttime?" I started rambling my hands flying about in the air.
"You didn't even made me finish" He sighed holding the small wounds that were gushing.
"Made you finish what? Finish lying? You know my hormones are all over the place--and you keep playing knowing I'll kill you, playing with yo life!" I hissed pointing the pencil at his chest.
"You're deadass playing with your life, I swear to God on my soul" I spoke through gritted teeth.
He stared at me anger blazing in his eyes, his jaw clenching tightly.
"Yow a sin fi box dung yuh bloodclaat enuh" He chuckled darkly shaking his head.
"Box mi, dweet" I challenged him, the anger radiating off my body, my own teeth clenching.
When yuh see mi, mi wah di box.
Box me down.
"Slim ease up dwq, cause how yuh fi stab mi? mek mi come lif up offa yasso enuh" He hissed backing away from me while digging into his pocket for his phone.
I saw him dial a number while turning on his heel and left.
Maybe me stabbing him was too far--wait actually it wasn't.
If I was to pop out with a nigga him woulda done slap a shot inna mi face, fuck dat.
I should've stabbed him in his collarbone.
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