Mo Thoughts Driving Home
I think it's time to seat down with this guy tell him what i feel because what he doing is not right at all. I just hope i can try to put sense into his head for the last time. He be so high if i asked him what i told he he just would give me this blank stare get up and goes to the room like really? We have been through alot and I would be very upsetif it ends here when it shouldn't end at all.
I then finally pull up into my drive-way got all of my paper work out of the hood and locked me the doors. I then started to head in the house when asually the house smelled liked weed. I went up to my office put all of my things up. Headed downstairs to clean up to that smell out the house. Once i got done with everything I through my gloves on the counter and leaned back on the counter just having a moment.Next thing you know here come Ray in the kitchening asking me to fix him something to eat like who in the world do he think he is. He been at home this whole time and now he want something he must be crazy.
Mo:Rayan how about you fix your own food im tired had a long day ok
Ray:naw I like it better when you fix it
Mo: you must be crazy I'm out
Ray:no where you going
Mo:to take a shower then sleep
Ray:and my food?
Mo:fix it your damn self
He then gets out his seat like he big and bad like no!
Ray:you gone fix me something to eat
Mo:and if I don't
He then looks at Mo with some type of grin on his and his fist balled up
Mo:if you gone hit you can forget it how about you just sit down
Ray:nope I'm better off standing up
Did he oh no sir
Mo:SEAT YOUR ASS DOWN NOW!!
Yelling at him.
Ray:alright fine but watch your fucking tone when you talking to me
Mo:I can raise my voice if I want to it seems like you need to be yelled at anyway
Ray:I'm like so tired of your bulshit like this shit is getting really old
Mo: Yeah so what you the one bulshiting don't be at home for 12 hours like what the fuck I would've understand if you was a truck driver or something but guess what you not. Your ass think selling drugs is a job but really nigga you lucky they ain't catch your ass just yet.
Ray:they won't catch me I'm to smooth
He really can't be serious
Mo:you know what i think I'll leave
Ray:to where
Mo:somehwere but not here your ass really and always have been killing my vibe for the last 9 mouths like I'm tired
Ray:I don't know why you tired though
Mo: oh shut up I've been working my ass off just to keep this house up yet you still don't put up any money. The money you do make doesn't go into the house but you sure do be spending it at the strip club .
Ray: so what
Mo: And I ask myself do you even still care or even love me enough to respect me
Ray:Aye! I do love you and I do care
Mo: well you sure do have a crazy way of howing it don''t you
Ray:ok what do i have to do to show that there still something there
Mo:Quit
He then gave her this look like what she talking about
Ray: Quit what
Mo:selling drugs
Ray:uhmm
Mo:uhm what Rayan
Ray:I can't do that
Mo:ok I guess thats your answer ok then
Goes upstairs and starts to dig in the back of the closet for a suitcase and started to feel it up with stuff. She couldn't take it anymore it was tiem for a break and she was gonna start it now. Once she ot finshed got her suitcase headed to her office got all of her important information out and locked up her office and started to drag her things downstairs out to the car. Next thing you know is that Ray is rushing out the house asking why is she putting a suitcase in the trunk. But everytime he asked she would just act like she not listening. She then hoped in her Chevy Camero and started to back out. At that moment Ray didn't know what to do.She finally drove of living Ray standing there like did this just happen.
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It's been 2 years and everything has changed wanna know what wait tell the next chapter :)
