Yn: where we going August?
Aug: outta town for a lil while cmon
**You got Lance dressed and then got yourself dressed. Y'all buckled lance in his car seat. You got in the passenger seat and waited for Aug**
Aug: *comes to the car and starts it* you ready?
Yn: that's the reason why I'm in the car August
Aug: what's wrong wit you?!
Yn: nothing August can we go?
**He let out a aggravated sigh and drove on to the road doing 75 mph**
Yn: Slow tf down August you gon get pulled over!
August: shut up Yn I know what I'm doing!
Yn: August I swear to God! SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!
Lance: *starts crying*
August: stop complaining I told you we was going somewhere so we going there! We going make it on time!
Lance: MAMA!!!
Yn: It's gonna be okay baby. August slow down!
**August slammed on the brakes and made you hit your head on the dash board. Your hurted and you felt a cut on your forehead**
Yn: mothafucka!
Aug: what?! *phone rings* you told me to stop!
Yn: I said slow down! Oh my fucking god! Answer yo phone!
**He looks at the caller I.D and ignored it immediately. He turned towards you and saw you stare at him**
Aug: what?
Yn: don't what me August who was it?!
Aug: what you talking bout Yn?
Yn: gimmie yo phone
Aug: you trippin
Yn: nigga do it look like I'm playing games?! Give it!
Aug: shid fuck no
**You took it from his hand and went through his phone as he continued to drive**
Yn: who is Pooh?
Aug: who?
Yn: nigga don't act dumb!
Aug: I don't know who that is
Yn: alright then imma call the number then *dials the number*
Aug: gimmie my phone
Yn: why?!
Aug: *driving still* Yn gimmie my damn phone!
Pooh: *answers* hey baby you still coming over tonight right?
Yn: who is this?!
Pooh: who tf is this answering my man's phone?!
Yn: yo man?! Bitch this is my man! I'm the one he marrying and had a baby by!
Pooh: bitch stop lying!
Yn: bitch?! Imma show you what a bitch really is! *hangs up and throws his phone at him* Fuck you!
Aug: what?! *looks at you*
Yn: look at the road August!
Aug: nah what you say?!
Yn: August!
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*horns beep*
Lady #1: someone call an ambulance!
