Funerals (Part 3)

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••••• Deception •••••

I woke with Eric on top of me looking at me, I held my head tight.

"Owww!, What the fuck is wrong with you!!", I say hitting his arms.

"Aye!", He penned my arms down. "Be glad I didn't fuck you up."

"For what!?", I shout.

"That bullshit you pulled".

I sucked my teeth.

"What was the point of you coming if you was gone leave?", He asked.

"I don't.. I just .. I guess I don't like funerals", I answered.

He looked at me. "One day you gone make me hurt you Diana."

"You already did", I say looking away.

He looked at me. "I told you I was sorry."

"And!", I started.

I continued, "that means everything is supposed to be coo?"

He sighed, "what the fuck would you like me to do?"

"Stop being so goddam stupid."

He frowned.

"Yeah I said it, you was fuckin wrong about them finding the body; you better be glad they don't know its us."

He sat in silence.

I turned on my side before closing my eyes.

3 Hours Later:

I woke a few hours later and got out of the bed, I rubbed my eyes before walking out of the room.

"Baby?", I say out loud.

I walk pass the room with the silk sheets and the door was closed, I hear some girls giggling from inside and immediately think yella. I laughed and was about to walk away but heard Eric laughing from inside.

I frowned. "Nah this nigga ain't crazy", I think to myself.

I open the door and yup there he was laying in the bed with 2 hoes, one that was sucking his dick and the other that was kissing his lips.

I looked around and saw a glass vase, I smirked thinking.

"Let's wreck."

•••••• Whoop That Trick ••••••

I grabbed the vase and thew it at Eric's head before running to the bitch that was kissing him and pulling her down to the ground, I started kicking her face constantly and ran to the other bitch who was sucking his dick.

I wrapped my hand around her hair and kneed her in the mouth before swinging her to the floor and stomping her face, Eric was still on the bed holding his head that was bleeding; I walked over to him and started punching and pulling his hair.

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