Breaunna.
I walked in the house from my workout. It was 12:38 pm, and I was already tired. Sweat dropped down my face as I turned the corner and saw Chresanto and Bahja on the couch. I smiled at them.
"Hey, y'all." They smiled back at me. "Hey, Bre." Bahja responded. "How are you, fam? It's been a while." Chresanto asked. It has been a very long time. "I'm doing well. I just have a good bit of stuff on my plate. But I'm managing." He nodded. "Well, it's nice to see you at least hanging in there. Things ain't so good up in New York."
The first thought that entered my mind was Jacob. "What's happening there?" "Well, let's just say...a couple wedding vows aren't being fulfilled, and they're not even married yet."
Jacob.
I dodged the red bottom heel that was thrown at me. Why did I make the mistake of proposing to this crazy woman? I think I was just lusting and longing for Bre to come back to Manhattan, and when that didn't happen, I just went to the "next best thing". Which wasn't the brightest idea, because now, I'm dodging shoes, jewelry, even furniture. I gotta get out of this, and now.
"ARE YOU STILL THINKING ABOUT THAT BREAUNNA BICTH?!" "NO!! LET ME GO, WOMAN!!!" She looked at me and threw a rollex at my eye. It didn't hit my eyeball directly, but the face of the watch hit my cheek. I ran out of the house and got into my car, driving off. I began dialing Roc's number in the process. I can't stay here.
And that's that! Chapter 2 coming soon!
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Don't Believe In Love II
Romance"I ain't never gonna let another nigga break your heart." ~Princeton