Tough love

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I walked and took a Marta bus to buckhead train station. no matter what I did or where I went I always kept 2.50 on a breeze card for emergencies. I stepped of the bus and asked this man for a cigarette and he handed me one when he noticed the stress written all over my face. I sat underneath a tree and took a long drag of my cancer stick when zay pulled up all crazy. I rolled my eyes as he got out the car leaving the door open and charged towards me.

"have you lost your fucking mind!?" he yelled snatching the cigarette from me and pulling me off the ground.

"get the fuck off of me. don't act like you care about me now." I said trying to snatch away from him.

"get yo ass in the car. don't say Shit just go." he snapped pushing me toward the car.

"your hurting me." I said punching him in his chin. direct shot. he brushed that Shit off like it was nothing and pushed me into the car. "shooter stop" he closed the door and I sat up and folded my arms.

"was you seriously fucking smoking and your carrying my baby ivonae.? have you fucking lost it.? you think that's Okay.?"

"maybe I knew your sorry ass was coming. I've never smoked a cigarette in my life.!" I said beginning to cry. "I can't believe you hit me."

"I didn't hit you ivy. " he softened. "I was upset. I'm sorry. I just don't wanna lose you."

"so you put you fucking hands on me. I fucking hate you" I said swinging my arms like a mad woman. landing hits wherever he was open. "I thought I was your princess. you lied " I cried. I was hurt and fed up. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

"your are my princess. soon you'll be my queen. your my everything. I'm sorry for everything. your my world mamii. I can't lose you. ill lose my mind baby. please forgive me. I did her in right in front of you. What else you want me to do to show you.?"

"I can't trust you zay. How do I know you not gone do it again?. How do I know you not gonna step out on me and my baby?"

"Ivy I promise. you gotta give me a chance. " he begged. the look in his eyes told me he was serious. "come home with me " he said kissing my forehead. I just simply nodded. I said down and he pulled off. I was trying not to stress myself worrying about shooter. he gonna do what he want to regardless. I gotta do what I gotta do to make sure my baby was good.

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