"Come on Tasha open the door!" I banged on the door.
"Goo tell that otha Bitch to open ha door!"
"There is no otha bitch! Why you always thinking im fucking around on yo ass. I never cheated a day in my life. Why start with you.?" I said sliding down the door to sit down. Im not getting sad or nothing but damn this female drains every source of energy in me. I do everything right. I work, pay the bills, take her out, give her attention and affection, give her some bomb ass sex. And yeah we fight from time to time but i never do her wrong. Im curving bitches left and and right while she letting niggas admire her curves. Like im not gonna lie the shit she be doing be sticking daggers in my heart but i love that girl. Its so hard to try to love and take care of someone who's been done wrong for so long cause they start thinking everyone the same. And we not, but like damn all the fuck boys she dated ain't me and im nothin like them niggas.
"Fuck You Ronnie ! " She yelled through the door. I could tell she was starting to cry. I stood up.
"Fuck Tasha! When you gonna figure out im not like them other niggas you put up with. One day Tash imma find a woman thats not going to take me through all this bullshit over some other nigga's lies." I looked at the door and shook my head. "Im out Tasha call me when you get your shit together." I yelled walking down the stairs from her apartment. Pulling my phone out my pocket I text my sister Taje.
'Aye you at the house?'
I got into my car and sat there for moment before starting the engine. I grabbed a blunt i was smoking earlier from the ashtray and lit up .
:: Taje 'yeah' ::
I started the engine and pulled off. On the ride to my sister house, all I thought about is how Tasha has me fucked up. Like damn know real nigga when you see one. So when i step in through the fucking door know im the realest down to earth nigga up in there. I need a drip . I know my sis got some drank at the house. When i pulled up at the house her car wasn't pulled in the garage. Something is wrong with her her cars are like her babies. She always put her babies in their cribs . "The Fuck Happened In Here?" I asked myself when I stepped in the house.
