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saturday, nov. 15 detroit, mi
"This stupid fucking bitch..." I mumbled angrily, pushing my bedroom door open with a frustrated sigh.
I was so fucking hungover, and even more pissed that Beyoncé had the nerve to fuck me like she did last night then kick me out this morning all because her parents were downstairs. She had me so fucked up, and she definitely didn't have to worry about me anymore.
I closed my door and immediately started gathering some clothes so that I could take a shower. I felt dirty from the previous night. I just wanted to take a shower, eat something, call my mom, and then go to sleep. I took my time preparing myself for my shower since my head was pounding. I took a nice hot shower, got dressed in some comfy pajamas, and then I climbed into bed with a protein bar and turned my TV on. I turned on a random channel then called my mom.
My mom was my first best friend. It had always been just us, so we were super close, and I could go to her about anything including my love life. She wasn't judgmental, and she always gave such good advice. The phone rang for a few seconds before she finally picked up.
"Yes, Onika?"
"Oh wow, is that how you answer my phone calls?" I asked.
She laughed a little before speaking again. "I'm getting ready for a date, baby."
"Uh uhn! With who?" I asked, my jaw dropping.
"The same gentleman I went out with a while ago. What are you up to? You sound sick," she said.
I sighed. "I'm hungover and pissed off."
"What's going on?"
"Ma, you really won't believe this. You remember the girl I was telling you about? The one who was mad at me?" I asked.
She let out a soft hum as if she was thinking. "The one whose business you were poking your nose in?"
"Anyways," I rolled my eyes. "Yes, her. First of all, fuck her. She can go to hell."
"You have a lot of mouth on you today."
"I'm sorry, I'm just so... ugh! She pissed me off so bad today. I swear she don't gotta worry about me ever again."
My mom sighed softly. "Baby, what's going on? You telling me you're mad, but you not saying why. What did this young lady do to upset you like this?"
"Well, we had sex last night... then she literally woke me up and rushed me out of her apartment this morning like I'm just some booty-call. All because her parents popped up on her. That's weird as fuck, right? Am I wrong for wanting to smack her?" I asked, feeling myself get mad all over again.
"Honey, I really don't need to know that you had sex with her. That's your business. Now, was it wrong of her to kick you out the morning after? Absolutely. I think you two should sit down and have a conversation about why she did that and how it made you feel."
