Smoke [Sequel to Me, You, & Henny]

Smøke- Twenty Five

Smøke | Twenty Five

Christopher Brown.

"So this is all my fault, that you don't wanna get married. We've been engaged for damn near five years and you're just now determining this? What the hell is this? Waste his time 2016?"

"I don't think we should. I can't commit to you when you're just so evil spirited." She shrugs. What the fuck is this bitch on?

"So all of this is for nothing? I ain't evil spirited, you just don't wanna be happy. I for a change want to. I love my kids and I fucking love you."

"Chris, stop playing victim..."

"No, you stop goddamn playing victim. You play victim all the time. If I take off your ring right now, its over?" I say heated with more anger.

"You don't have to take it off, I can. And what's over?"

"Exactly what over means. We fucking over, dumb ass bitch." I snarl taking up her ring finger, I snatch the ring and toss it at the side window. "Fuck you Levi."

"Where are you going!" She yells after me as I start walking to the hallway.

"I'll be back, just leave me alone."

The hours I spent at the bar drowning my system with Hennessy made me feel like I did years ago. I hadn't had Hennessy in the longest time, and it was the best feeling on earth right now. I couldn't put the damn bottle down. But I sure did keep a bad bitch linked onto me the whole time.

She was looking for a quick fuck, it was obvious. But I wasn't giving it to her, I just wanted to dance and get my mind off of Levi, more like everything.

My self worth is spiraling down the drain, just like our relationship. Marriage is something she wanted more than me, but I started being more committed when we got engaged. That shit hurts, from being an honest man. I didn't know who to talk to, but Levi's dad. We had grew a little closer so maybe it was safe to talk to him.

I said goodbye to the little snow-bunny next to me and took my Henny with me. My sluggish walk even told my brain I was drunk. How was I going to make it to that house alive? I don't know and I don't fucking care.

By time I get over there, it's just about 6 am. Her mom is taking out the trash and turns dramatically around to see me.

"Chris? What are you doing here?" She calls out as I keep walking to the front door. I cough a few times and clear my throat. Was I catching a cold? Real niggas don't catch cold though, we just have allergies.

"I'm here to speak to my dude. I called off the engagement." I mumble proceeding to walk.

Levianna Stevenson.

"Yes mom, I called off the engagement. Can you please stay out of my love life?" I say wiping my tears. None of this is fair.

"Chris just came over here hours ago saying he called off the engagement. So was it mutual?" She still continues.

"I don't care anymore."

"So he called it off?"

"Mom!" I yell annoyed. "If he can't stop his foolishness, then yes the engagement is off. I don't wanna commit to him or get married. I'm just not ready..." I sigh.

"Five years, its almost like you've waisted all of your adult hood with one man and now you think its too late? Yes I found Chris as a horrible manipulative person, but I don't think you're giving him the chance he deserves-"

"Mom! Theres just somethings that are better left unsaid! And you don't know what goes on behind closed doors! You just don't fucking know!"

"Levi I will twist your lips off when I reach my hand through this ephone and make you know you don't talk to me like that!" She shouts.