Deep

THREE

Recap

"Brielle calm down!" Chad yelled picking me up off of her and throwing me on the bed

"You do this trifling shit because I was ignoring you?! You ain't nothing but a pussy! Don't fucking talk to me!"

"Brielle wait!" He yelled

"Leave me the fuck alone!" I said coming off the bed.

Tears was pouring down, blurring my vision almost completely.

"Let me explain!"

"Fuck off Chad!" and with that I walked out.

Brielle

"I-I can't believe he did this to me. W-why d-does this always ha-ha-happen to me? I don't deserve this! Right Brittany?" I said choking on my tears.

I was a complete mess. Last night, Brittany took me home because I could barely walk. After how everything blew up in my face like that, I just chugged every damn red cup in sight down my throat. I felt so much better when the burning liquid made its way through my esophagus. That night I needed it.

"Brielle, don't cry boo. You didn't even let him explain. You don't even know what was going to go down before you walked in." She said rubbing my back in soothing circular motions.

"What more would I need to know? Chad was on top of that long neck bitch. You taking that nigga side now?" I shrugged her hand from off of my back hoping off the my bed wiping my tears away

Brittany stayed over my house after she dropped me off. She claimed she was scared to leave my drunk ass alone before I find whoever that bitch was and set her house on fire. Which is pretty scary because what she said is accurate as hell.

"You're just over reacting Bri. I'm not taking his side and I'm not taking yours. He's wrong for doing what he was doing and you're wrong for beating that bitch ass and not letting him explain. That's just my opinion. " She said shrugging scrolling through her phone

I listened to her and nodded "Well what do you think I should do?" [What should she do?] I asked totally confused

I'm stuck honestly. Never would've thought that this would happen to me. I've never been cheated on.

"Hear him out, but don't take him in so easily, okay? If you accept his apology like that, he might do that shit again, take advantage of you and walk all over you. You don't want that to happen. Make him know what he's missing. Tease him, do something, shit." She said walking towards my door slipping on her Adidas slippers.

"Where are you going hoe?" I said wiping my face

"Going home to bathe and change. I'll text you when I'm coming back." She said simply walking out

After I heard the front door closed I sighed and got up to get my beats pill that was on my dresser. I sat back on the bed and laud down, wrapping myself into my comforter. I clicked on Pandora radio on my phone and started blasting Mindless Behavior radio. Fucking love those boys. I got my laptop and signed into Twitter. I haven't been on it for a while honestly. I had a lot of mentions, shit I got a lot of replying to do. I was scrolling through my timeline until I saw dumb ass Chad babbling and shit.

@CCobra_ • 2m
Yo @TreyKing_ hold these my nigga

@CCobra_ • 5m
Drake making me feel mad sensitive and shit wtf

@CCobra_ • 6m
Bumping to #NWTS, Drake be knowing, this shit still bumps

I clicked on this 'Trey king' character profile and saw they had a whole conversation arguing about completely nothing.

@TreyKing_ • 46s
@CCobra_ Nigga YOU hold these ya fruity ass talking bout feminine ass Drake's NWTS. Fuck up

@TreyKing_ • 6m
@CCobra_ Shut yo' gay ass up

@TreyKing_ • 10m

Who tryna get tatted?

The tweets went on and on getting a whole bunch of favorites, while other people jumped in retweeting the argument hyping it up and saying things that consist of
'LMFAOOOOOO'
'LMAOOO'

Like really?

I kept creeping through these two idiots tweets and shit, turns out Chad thinking about getting another tattoo. Fuck his dumb ass. He probably gonna get the baby drake tatted on his chest. Fuck boy. Ugh I cant stand him, his presence piss me off and now the sound of his name does also. I quit out of safari and closed my laptop.

I stripped out of my party clothes tossing them into the dirty hamper. I picked up my phone, speaker, and towel that was hanging on the back of my closet door and headed to the bathroom to take a long hot shower.

Chad

I followed Trey into his man cave that's located in his basement. To be honest, that's the only reason why I come over his house. You can never be bored while over at this guy's house, he got everything from the mini fridge always being stocked to all the newest PlayStation games. If I ever need to get away, find me in Trey's basement.

"You sure you wanna do this my nigga?" He asked as I took a seat in one of his bean bag chairs

I picked up the remote that was on the floor next to the bean bag chair and went on to Cartoon Network.

"Boy, you asked me this shit like three times on the way to your house. I'm positive that I want to do this." I said annoyed

"Aight my nigga." He said shrugging his shoulders and disappearing in one of the rooms in this big ass basement of his

Trey is my nigga, we've been through mad shit together. From getting in trouble in school to getting in trouble with the law. He's like my little brother, he's fucking annoying though. He's Brielle's age, I just think niggas younger than me is just fucking annoying to me. 

Moments later Trey came out of one of the random rooms with his tattoo equipments. I started staring off. I've been thinking about getting this tattoo for the longest now, and I gave it a lot of thought. It's just a coincidence that Brielle and I fell off around the same time I was gonna get this tat. I want this. Brielle and I been through a lot of shit during our time together, even before we started dating. I like shawty a lot, I feel like she's the one. I never intend to hurt her and if I do I didn't mean it. She means so much to me, I appreciate her to the fullest. I'm the luckiest nigga to have her to be honest. Brielle is my baby.

Trey set his table down in front of me and I came back to life "Aight, lets get this over with." I said slapping my hands together and rubbing them like Birdman

"My nigga, you're buggin'." He said slightly smiling putting everything on the table 

"Shut your big headed ass up." I said rolling up my sleeve where ima get tatted

"I got the needle my nigga, don't let me tat you some fuck shit on your arm."

We both started laughing 

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"Aight, there you go my nigga." He said wrapping the tattoo in plastic and cleaning up his setup

I smiled examining it "You have use bro." I said getting off of the chair and dapping him up "You should make a living out of this bro."

"Why you doing this shit anyways, Just so she can take you back?" He asked cleaning off his machine and the table that's full of black ink

"No nigga, cus I love her."

"You love her?" He repeated taking a seat in the bean bag thats next to mine changing the channel to some college basketball game but I zoned out again.

That's the first time I ever said that. That word is so foreign to me, I never told not one female that  asides from my mother and aunt. The more time I spend away from Brielle, it makes me realize that I miss her a lot. I might sound like a little bitch but shit, I'd rather sound like a bitch boy than put up a front for no reason.

Brielle takes care of Julian cus she wants to, she don't even work at the day care center anymore but makes it her first and top priority to make sure that Julian has ate and has what he wants. She's perfect, she might disagree but Brielle is everything I can ever ask for.

"Yeah, I do."