A week earlier...
Brian: Nisha! NISHA-
Nisha: What Brian, WHAT!? Keep calling my fucking name.
Brian: Man why I gotta keep asking you for shit? Ask you to fix me something to eat you can't do that, clean some shit up you can't do that, wake me up if my phone ring, you can't do that. I just missed a hundred and 50 fuckin' dollars cause of yo ass.
Nisha: That ain't my fuckin' fault, Tf?? Nigga that's yo phone and you chose to fall asleep; if you didn't hear it or feel it vibrate that ain't got nothin' to do with me. I bet if it was one of your lil ho's you woulda got right the fuck up.
Brian: Cut it with that bullshit man foreal, don't even start...
Nisha: You started with me! Over some weak ass 150 you better go on somewhere Brian. Fuck around and not let you come over here no more. This ain't the fuckin' trap house. Your daughter lives here.
Brian: Weak?? Weak?! The same weak ass 150 that you be asking for every week talking bout you need yo bills paid, you need this and that for Alexa. Get it your self then!
Nisha: You don't give me shit! I been getting it myself, I go to work every fucking day-
Brian: You mean every night? Stripping. That ain't no work that ain't no fuckin' job, you shaking your ass for dollar bills for these creep ass niggas. That's what you want Lexa doing?
Nisha: Are you serious?? What about you, you want her trappin', selling drugs like you do?
Brian: It's better than stripping that's all I gotta say. Next time wake me up.
Nisha: Whatever.. Are you gonna be here long cause I'm bout to go get Alexa
Brian: I'll leave after I see my baby girl.
Nisha slams the door shut behind her.
