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I've been gone for a minute, y'all. I'm sorry. School has taken an enormous toll on me, but guess what.

I'm back bi-- that's rude.

I'm back, girls & girlettes!!! I'm gonna try to get back on my regular schedule with updating cause I miss y'all, but ENJOY!! 😊😊
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"You make it a pain to call you my son! Can't do anything right!"
Spit flew from his mouth onto Brice's face.

"All you had to do was marry the little tramp, but no. You wanna do all the unnecessary bullshit and beat on her. What if I beat on you?! I would but whoever got to you first did a better job than I probably would have."

Brice looked at the floor with sad eyes as he heard what his father said to him.

"I'm supposed to be dead. A little plastic surgery and my part was supposed to be a piece of cake. You were supposed to say vows, slide a ring on her finger in front of a judge, then be married. Then you would get what we were looking for from wherever her father's fortune is. Plain and simple."

"But, dad I--"

"Silence!" His father said. His hand hit at full speed across Brice's partially healed face.

Brice's broken jaw made his words sound funny as he attempted to stand, but it was an epic fail, due to his dislocated spine.

"Do what we came here to do." He said. "Even if it means killing him or her in the process."

A strong breeze blew between them.

"Yes, sir."

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August Alsina

"Damn, Ave! Stop pullin' so damn hard!"

"Be quiet before I pop you with this comb."

"I knew this was a' bad idea." I said.

She pulled my hair so my mouth was closa' ta ha ear.

"Excuse me? I didn't hear you." She told me.

"Calm yo ass down befo' you be tha one gettin' popped with tha comb." I said ta ha, makin ha loosen ha grip a bit.

She asked me if she could do some'n ta my hair. I don't know why in tha hell I told ha yea'.

"Go look at it." She said.

I got up and went into the bathroom.

"Avery. What tha fuck is dis?"

"It's called a man bun, babe

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"It's called a man bun, babe." I could hea' ha laughin'.

"Fuck no. I'm takin' dis shit out."

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