[19.] After the Hurricane

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<Wynnefield, Philadelphia, December 6th;9:18:09 A.M.>

Nichola's New House

"Now my life is shattered, and I'm left to pick up the pieces
And find a new beginning and put it back together again." --Jazmine Sullivan.

"Somebody wants to tell me what the f**k is going on ?!?" Simone asked.

"Hey baby, I thought you said you'll be here at 10:30." I said, nervous.

"Yeah, I did say that but apparently I'm back. What's going on? Why is she calling you baby?" Simone squinted her eyes.

"Listen Simo—" Angie tried to say.

"No, you listen ! I'm sick and tired of your a** already! We let you stay here for a couple of months to clean yourself up and help you with your problems. You here trying to get back with my man ! F**k is wrong with you ?!?" Simone yelled, about to go crazy.

"You don't understand ! I love Nicholas and Nicholas loves me!" Angie thought.

"No I do not ! Not anymore !" I told her, straight up.

Angie then felt salty, and hurt.

"Why are you acting like this ?" Angie asked, about to cry. "I loved you for months and this is how you repay me?!?"

"Please get the f**k out." Simone said, opening up the front door. "Get your sh*t and get out."

"Nicholas?" Angie said, wishing he would have her back.

"You heard her." Nicholas said, walking away.

"I see how it is." Angie said, leaving out, pissed.

"Bye b*tch!" Simone said, as she slammed the door.

I know how Angie might be feeling right now. I know she's hurt and I feel bad but then again , I don't because she hurt me . Never thought it had to be this way but aye, you gotta do what you gotta do.

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