Somebody said everyday
Was gon' be sunny skies
Only Marvin Gaye and lingerie
I guess somebody lied
Started discussing to fighting then
Don't touch me please
Then let's stop the madness
Just come lay with me
And truth be told
I'm wavin' my flag
Before it goes bad
Yeah, yeah
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Thunder rumbled across the sky like the universe knew something bad was gonna happen. I sat in my den in my Manhattan mansion watching Spongebob.
Oh where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Stacey Veronique Jones Lockridge. My clique calls me Tay. I'm married to Corahn Lockridge and live in Manhattan. I'm 28 years old. I'm a successful singer. I have it made right? Wrong.
I have to wear tons of blush, foundation, and concealer. Why? I get beaten everyday by my husband Corahn. It's over stupid things too. If his food is cold, if I talk to my manager, Justin, without him there, or if I'm out too late at the parties my label throws. It's like it will never end. I need some help.
Anyways, I was watching Spongebob when I heard the door slam downstairs. I knew I wasn't going to work tomorrow.
I heard heavy, angry footsteps coming up the spiral staircase. Knowing what was about to go down, I ran and jumped under the king-sized bed.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, TAY?" I heard Corahn roar. The door to the room flew open and I prayed that he would walk straight past the bed. Thanks to my rotten luck, that didn't happen.
Two strong hands went under the bed and grabbed my ankles. I tried to hold onto the purple carpet but it only came down in clumps. I tried to kick and fight back only to be slapped across the face. I bit my lip, trying not to cry and wondering if there was a mark where he hit me. More makeup for me! Yay. I didn't have time to think about it, though, because suddenly I was face to face with my husband's furious, icy blue eyes.
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Kay! So how are my Niggers and Niggerettes doin'? I got some questions for y'all!
What do you think Corahn is gonna do to Tay?
Should I put the outfits in the comments, on the side, in a link, or in the story?
What do you think Tay did now?
Anyways, don't forget to vomment(vote and comment for those of you who don't know what it mean)! Well, deuces! And follow me on IG @gawd3ss!
-Tay
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