Strip Me Naked Of My Sins

"I fucking hate you!" I screamed to the top of my lungs.

"What who you yelling at." He calmly spoke as he walked in.

"No fuck you! I'm tired of your bullshit. You ain't shit, bitch!" I'm not gonna stop til he understand the pain he caused me.

"Look.." He chuckled. "Gone for' you hate me for real ."

"What you gonna do huh? I'm already living in hell! Bitch ass nigga." I mumbled the last part, I knew that will piss him off.

"Man gone. Look at me now look at you. I can have any hoe I want you ain't shit compared to what I had and still can have. Gone take yo wanna be ass on and stop sucking my dick, bitch." He barked in my face.

"I ain't shit?" I chuckled and picked the lamp and threw it. "But yet you up in here with me not them! I'm the one you running to, not them hoes. Baby you can have any hoe you want but ain't none gonna be like me -"

"That's the FUCKING PART BITCH! YOU AIN'T SHIT! EVEN WITH ME." He cut me off yelling at me.

"Get out my face."

"Or what? I see you ain't talking that big girl shit huh?"

I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away. His grip on my hands was to tight. The aroma of alcohol and weed was strong. His light golden brown eyes was completely black. He backed me into the wall looking deep in my eyes with anger. He slowly gripped harder.

"Your hurting me -"

"Shut the fuck up. Listen closely, I will fucking hurt you if you ever ! I'm mean EVER come at me like that again. I'm the one with money, I do what ever the fuck I want. Don't like it? Bitch there's the got damn door. You was supposed to be a quick fuck , but clearly I thought I liked yo ass. But baby girl I don't give to shit. You always gonna need me. I don't need a damn thing from you remember that. All the hoes I done fucked in OUR bed. Your bestfriend best head ever. Now good night." He kissed me forehead ruffly pushing me into the wall.

I slid down the wall crying. The fact that this is my baby father. The unborn child he don't even care enough to hear about. I sat on the floor debating if I should call my "bestfriend" or just say fuck it and do me.

The person I always call when ,m having problem now is my enemy. My ride or die, my sister, played me. I would've never thought her and him.

I sat on the floor all night, just thinking. He walked out the bed room scratching his head smiling like a king.

"I thought you made breakfast and shit." He chuckled walking to the kitchen.

I stood up and walked in the bathroom. I turned the hot water on and stripped my clothes off. I stepped in letting the hot water hit my sore body. I washed my body running into my bruised wrist. This boy got me stuck on all types of stupid.