L O W D O W N

XVII: Get Out... NOW!

Imani in Multimedia....
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TALIA, BRYAN, INDIA

ISAIAH

Its been two days since I seen or even talked to Shawn since the mall situation. I am really over him. I haven't seen Drake since he said he wanted to fight... What keep crossing my mind is the fact that Drake kept saying girlfriend. Girlfriend. Why would he say girlfriend. Unless... Ahaa! WOW he a lowkey nigga. Woooow! Makes me want to do some fucked up shit. Plus the nigga got a family reunion. I haven't met any of his family. Any of them. He kept saying they font live down here. But come on now...

I sat on the couch smoking my vapor as I had Shawn's bags at the front door. He hasn't been here but I told him to come he said 'alright'.

I inhaled the cherry flavor vapor. I don't smoke so I guess this makes me feel like a og . lol. The door flew open half way, causing the bags to flip over. He looked behind the door to see suit cases.

"Oh hell nah, for real Fam?" He said shaking his dad and twisting his curly afro.

I just sat there inhaling and exhaling the cherry flavor.

"You kicking me out... Of my house?"

Your house? Bitch where?

"Your house!?" I said looking at him crazy. "What bill you pay? What groceries you buy? What floor you mopped? Shit even swept? What job you got? Let me know...." I said sitting up.

"Man you know I tried finding a job... You know how hard it is man..." He said... Lying. Mani told me about the trafficking shit.

"Aha that's funny..." I said fake laughing and digging in the couch searching for item(s). I pulled out a envelope. "What's this?" I asked inhaling the flavor some more.

He grabbed the envelope and opened it. His face went from confusion to shock as e looked through the pages of him and Drake selling women.

"Baby this-" I cut him off.

"This is what? Fake? Old? Photo shopped? Yeah that's what I wanted to believe... But its reality. So you making 40-50,000 maybe even more a night, YET you ain't pay not one bill in this house... So where the money been going Shawn? Malik?... Don't lie..." I said feeling heart broken in the inside but playing it cool on the outside.

"Most of it ..." He admitted. I pushed my tongue to my inside jaw. I got up and politely walked towards him. I grabbed the bags, brushed passed him and placed the bags on the other side of the door.

I came back and was about to go to the couch but he grabbed my arm aggressively. I turned towards him with so much hatred he just don't know how bad I want to kill him if it was legal...

"Let me go..." I said snatching away.

"Just listen..." He pleaded.

"GET OUT!" I yelled as i slapped him.