*Houston*
August POV:
I woke up dis mornin'...not happy wit myself. I'm actually hella pissed off at myself. I couldn't even focus right. So I went runnin'. Ion eva run. But I might as well start cuz dats exactly what Imma be doin' when Mariah try ta kill my ass. I fucked up. Big time! I'm even disappointed in myself. Dats how you know tha regret is real. I wanna tell Mariah. But then again I don't. She always said...tell ha upfront....outcome won't be as bad. But dis whole situation...is all bad! When I go downstairs, I see ha walk in wit ha stuff. And ha shades on...
Mariah: "How was yo night?"
Me: "Ummm...different"
Mariah: "Why you say dat?"
Me: "It was juss...different. Maybe cuz I ain't FaceTime you like I usually do"
Mariah: "Yeahhh...I was gonna get ta dat...."
Then Janae walks down
Mariah: "Juss in time..."
Dis ain't goin' too good...
Mariah POV:
I'm juss na gettin' back ta my house. Pissed off...ain't even a word in my category right na. I'm far from it. I'm glad Janae walked downstairs...
Me: "So Aug...what was you doin' dat made you not FaceTime me? I was lookin' forward ta it..."
He juss shrugs then I take off my shades and stare at him
Me: "Seriously, bruh?"
I put my stuff down and my hair in a bun
Me: "Juss ta get straight ta tha point..."
I punch Janae square in tha face. I juss don't give a fuck. At dis moment, I'm sayin' fuck my back. Every single time I think about it, tha harder I hit. But Janae got hands, too. So it's fifty-fifty. But I truly wanna kill dis bitch. My back hit tha wall and sum'n' fell and broke. I kneed tha bitch in ha stomach and hit ha wit force. When she hit tha floor, I grab tha coller of ha shirt and pound ha face. August grabs me, but I push him back and Janae came fa me. I felt a scratch on my neck. Dat pissed me. So I grab ha hair then throw ha ass across my foyer. She came back, she got me a few times in my face. But befoe August pull ha back, I socked dat bitch right in ha mouth. August kept ha back away from me
Me: "BITCH GET THA FUCK OUT!"
He looks at Janae and she leaves. I shake my head at August. I didn't even wanna deal wit him. I jog upstairs and take all his shit out. He has been stayin' hea'. Dat ain't new ta nobody. I threw all his shit...out my room
Me: "TAKE YO SHIT AND GET THA FUCK OUT!"
He came in tha room
August: "Beybe I wasn't-"
Me: "Don't fuckin' beybe me! You foul fa dat shit! YOU FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND! IN MY BED! IN MY HOUSE!" I said hittin' his face in between
He grabs my wrist and I get out his grip then push him back
August: "It was an accident! 'Iight I'm sorry-"
Me: "Fuck yo sorry! Fuck you! Fuck ha! What tha fuck a sorry gon' do?! YOU WASN'T EVEN GONNA TELL ME! I COME IN LAST NIGHT AND SEE THA SHIT! HOW YOU THINK I FEEL BOUT DAT?!"
He juss looks at me
August: "You came in-"
Me: "Yes! I had caught an earlier flight. I walk in and see dat shit. I left and stayed in a hotel"
