Stephen P.O.V.
Walking my house I walk up the stairs to my room..opening the door I saw Ayesha sitting on the floor cutting up my clothes to pieces with a bottle of Clorox Beach sitting beside her...
Stephen: Bitch what the fuck are you doing?
Ayesha: What it look like I doing..I making room
Stephen: By cutting up my clothes?!
Ayesha: I was going to pack it up...but I was in an extra petty mood so I decided to cut them up..
Stephen: For what?!
Ayesha: Nigga you said you was going to buy me that necklaces BUT YOU NEVER DID this is my revenge motherfucker!
Stephen: You must have lost your mind acting like this over a fucking necklaces! Bitch how old are you!
Ayesha: 23
Stephen: You acting like a fucking 3 years old having a temper tantrum!
Ayesha: Shut up! You always saying something! You know what you need!
Stephen: I swear to God if you say it
Ayesha: What you going to do?! Go crying somewhere? You need to stop acting like a thug or something Stephen everyone know you a soft ass light-skin niggas! You are noting but a faggot!
Stephen: I AIN'T A FAGGOT BITCH!
Ayesha: Then what are you! Huh? You a bitch nigga?!
Stephen: SHUT THE FUCK UP AYESHA!
Ayesha: Make me!
Stephen: Get the hell out my room now!
Ayesha: MAKE ME!
Stephen: Just get the fuck out my room..
Ayesha: You need some to suck some Dick you gay ass nigga..
Walking up to my face she slap me hard across the right side of my face before walking out my room and slamming the door. Grabbing the bottle of bleach I throw it at the door causing it to burst open it..fighting back my tears I punch the wall as hard as I could putting a big ass hole in it. Removing my fist I walk and sat down on the foot of bed...resting my head in my hands I slowly let my tears stream down my face. I fucking hate her..I hate Odell...I hate everything...why did I get curse with a life with this?
Chris Brown P.O.V.
Waking up my head felt like I be kick in it about 50 times..standing up slowly I felt the room start spinning...getting myself together I open the door to my bedroom and walk downstairs to the kitchen...going by the living room to get to the kitchen I saw a drunk Rihanna sleeping on my lover seat..walking by her I push her off the chair to wake up..
Rihanna: Nigga!
Chris: Wake your ass up
Rihanna: Ugg! Why can't you just let me sleep!
Chris: Cus I got to tell you about this number I got from this dude last night from the club.
Rihanna: Bitch! You for real! Your ugly ass really got a nigga number!
Chris: *Laugh* Yep!
Walking in the kitchen I took out some eggs and bacon to cook. Closing the refrigerator Rihanna was sitting at the counter smiling..
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Love And Betrayal
RomanceWhat will do when he meet the love of his life? Will he give up his basketball career to be with his love or choice his career? ( I sucks as summary)
