Kelly
She wrote on the piece of paper, lip between her teeth. She looked back frequently, not wanting him to come back before she could throw his stuff out and lock him out.
She didn't want him coming home trying to smooth talk her into giving him another chance, which she knew he would do. Kelly had forgotten his phone, surprisingly, and she already knew he would be anticipating to get home especially after what she found in his phone.
Texts between him and another woman who was under a unique contact, "Sneaker Plug🔌". His girlfrie-, ex girlfriend chuckled to herself as she chucked his phone across the room, leaving a few cracks on the new gold IPhone 6 Plus.
"Sneaker Plug my ass, she about to be your apartment plug. Bitch bout to help yo trifling ass find a place to live." She muttered packing his stuff up, but not before doing a little therapeutic damage to his clothing.
Devin
"Baby," he pleaded against the bathroom door.
"Go away you fucking...you fucking loser!" the woman yelled as she sat on the bathroom floor texting her sister the chaos that was going on.
Devin bit his bottom lip, throwing his fists to the ground as he became frustrated with himself.
"D-don't say that baby, I love you,"
She scoffed, rolling her eyes with a sarcastic laugh.
"If you really loved me, you wouldn't cheat on me with someone who I considered my best friend."
"I'm sorry," he buried his head into his hands as he sat against the bathroom door.
She nodded with pursed lips although he couldn't see it.
"And I'm sorry too, sorry that I met you."
A tear rolled down his cheek as her words cut him deeper than any knife would.
D'Angelo
"I'm done wasting my tears on a sorry ass nigga like you."
She uttered into the phone calm as ever while filing her nails. "What are you talking about, babe?"
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "I know you're cheating on me. I followed you when you left last night. You probably weren't lying about getting a good work out in, but it wasn't at the gym."
D'Angelo froze, breaking into a cold sweat. She could already hear the excuses coming.
"Baby-"
"Don't baby me, just come get your shit out of my house tomorrow."
"But-"
"Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on..no one 'cause you won't be with this bomb ass melanin queen ever again." she leered before
ending the call, and carried on with the day like she had no care in the world.
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Happiness= what happens when you rid a fuckboy from your life.
Sorry my writing is horrible after taking such a long break :(
