Beauty and the beast

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"Aye who da fuck is this?" Dae busted through the door to my hair room. "Wait huh? Who you talking bout?" "On my brother stop playing with me. Why is a mothafucking fake page writing me on Instagram saying my hoe going and sending me screenshots of a nigga story. Why is this nigga posting pictures of you?" He shoved the phone in my face. "I'm not playing with you. I don't even know who you talking b-." I cut myself off as my heart dropped to my feet looking at the instagram name. Here go Marcus getting me caught up once again.

"I used to fuck with him back in the day, I don't know why he posting my pictures!" I told half the truth. "You lie so much." He shook his head. "Bae I promise! I used to fuck with him while I was going with Tig then he went to jail and I haven't talked to him since. I don't know why he posting me saying he miss me." Deny, deny, deny! "Yeah that nigga gone die tonight." He nodded his head. "Oh this nigga is crazy!" The girl in my chair gasped loudly.

"Bae just calm down, it's not that serious. And besides, he still in jail." "How the fuck you know that nigga still locked up? You keeping tabs on the nigga or something?" He squinted his eyes at me. FUCK! "And fuck that, it is that serious! I let one nigga slide thinking he gone play with me bout my ole lady then other niggas gone get to thinking this Slip-n-slide records and I ain't going for it." He snapped. "You tripping, please calm down." I sighed.

          "If yo ass wasn't being sneaky I wouldn't have to trip!" He started raising his voice a little. "You think I'm dumb." He pointed at me, walking a lil closer. "Don't fucking start with me, especially not in front of my client. Dead ass." I put my finger in his face. "I don't give a fuck bout yo client being here and you know that, don't get fucked up." He grabbed my hand and pushed it. "Hold on nie ion know y'all and all but we'll jump you in this bitch." My client stood up.

          "Tell the truth or y'all gone touch every wall in here." He ignored her AND added her to the beef. Damn Y'ALL? The fuck my client did? "When the last time you fucked with that nigga?" "Okayyy so ummm." I started fidgeting with my fingers. "I had was writing him and sending him pictures after we had took that break that time but it wasn't like that, I swear! Then when we got back together I had wrote him one day and told him I we couldn't talk no more." "Damn girl!" My client mumbled and shook her head.

           Dae stood there silently for a few seconds and then started laughing. "Nie if I wring yo neck like a wet towel you gone think I'm wrong ain't it? Imma be dead ass wrong huh? You sneaky lil lying ass bi- woman. I knew you was lying cause how the nigga locked up and got recent pictures of you?" He shook his head. "I'm not a fucking liar." "You just stood yo ass there swearing you don't know why the nigga posting you, then turn around and tell me it's cause you was writing the fuck nigga and sending him pictures and shit."

          "What dat is? A lie. Lying ass bitch like I said." "Chill the fuck out before I slap the dog shit outta you. Like real nigga shit." "Lord I'll sling the shit out this girl." I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. "Let me gone bout my life fore I been done hurt this hoe." He chuckled. He turned around and started walking to the door. "Hoe? Bitch who you calling a hoe?" I started following him. "And what you mean gone bout yo life? Where the fuck is you going?"

           He ignored me and kept walking. "Oh so you going to get yo lick back huh? You bout to text one of yo old eater bitches huh?" I laughed sarcastically. "Just might." He responded as he kept walking. Never stopping or looking back at me. I stopped dead in my tracks. What the fuck did he just say? "Daeshawn don't fucking play with me! I will really kill you in this bitch." I walked over to him and started pushing him. "Man gone on." He sucked his teeth. "No bitch I ain't going no where and you ain't either!" I started hitting him in the back.