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Sada and Kay were locked in a toxic cycle. Endless arguments and dramatic breakups but always found once again back to each other's beds within days.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Sada spat each word with venom, grabbing his phone and tossing it across the room, the sound of it cracking echoing their fractured bond.
"What the fuck is your problem, Sada?" Kay responded aggressively, standing up and getting in her face. He would never lay a hand on her, but their arguments stretched on for hours, each one ending with Kay storming out and Sada in tears. Her friends constantly urged her to leave Kay for good, but she loved him, and she knew he loved her too—their love, as toxic as it was, a twisted comfort they couldn't seem to escape.
"Who is she, Kay?!" Sada questioned, her tone aggressive, addressing the video she'd seen on Instagram. Kay had been coming home late the past few days, claiming he stayed late at the studio, but she'd believed him until she was sent a video of a girl twerking on him at the club.
"Sada, I've told you twelve fucking times, it was nothing! Get off my back!" he said, walking over to his cracked phone laying on the floor across the room.
"You're so full of shit I fucking hate you!" She spoke slightly hesitantly. She didn't hate Kay, but her mind was everywhere else, and being rational wasn't an option.
"You hate me now bet" Kay said, slightly scoffing. He walked over to the dresser, brushing past Sada forcefully, but without intention to hurt her, grabbing his weed and some clothes, tossing them into his bookbag sitting on the bed.
"Kay wait" She said, slightly calming down, walking over to him, grabbing his arm. He looked over at her before tearing his arm from her grasp, storming out of the room. The door slamming brought her back to reality, tears filling her eyes, threatening to fall. She wanted to chase after him but knew it'd be pointless. She crawled into bed, pulling her knees to her chest, her mind racing, but one specific thought continued ruminating in her head.
She continued to hear the words of her friends telling her to leave Kay, but she pushed the thought aside. She loved Kay, but did she really love Kay? All the yelling and screaming between them were beginning to get tiring. The cycle continued to repeat: they'd be in love with each other one day, the next they're at each other's throats, then no contact for days.
She laid down, trying to fall asleep, but the thoughts in her head were too loud. She dragged herself out of bed into the bathroom, where her sleeping pills were shaking a few out before going to the kitchen, grabbing the Hennessy from the cabinet, placing the sleeping pills on her tongue, and using the Hennessy to toss them back. Dragging herself back to her bed, tossing and turning before finally falling asleep.
She woke up the next morning, her body feeling like she was hit by a truck. She laid there staring at the ceiling, the cycle repeating for the next few days.
Two weeks went past, and she hadn't heard anything from Kay. His location was turned off; he wasn't answering her calls. She decided to scroll on Instagram and try to drown Kay out of her mind by watching reels before she stumbled across a video of Kay and that same girl from the club on the Shade Room.
The photo was of them at the club, and they both had hickeys on their neck, visible for everyone to see, as if they had no shame. She tossed her phone aside, bringing her knees to her chest, letting the tears fall.
She's in her room crying, and he's going about his life like he's single. He didn't even have the common decency to at least break up with her. She ended up crying herself to sleep before waking up a few hours later to three missing calls from Kay and a text that read...
Sada ...
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