The Stripper

Arguments

There's so much tension between Kendrick and I. Once I left the party Kendrick called and we had a huge argument. It didn't end so well , surprisingly I didn't leave the house this time. I sighed as Kendrick walked down the stairs. Cellphone in hand texting away. " having fun?" I lifted my eyebrows at him and headed to the kitchen. Kendrick chuckled and followed behind. I opened the fridge and removed bacons,eggs, and cheese. My ankles were so swollen I could barely stand. " Kendrick can you please cook breakfast" I exhaled as I sat on a stool. My swollen feet instantly felt relieved. " For you nah but for my daughter I will." Kendrick and his smart remarks was really getting to me. " Fuck you I'll just order food." He shrugged his shoulders " do whatever you please Brooklyn." Another argument was on the way. " like you right Kendrick, I can do the same shit you do but even better" I laughed as I took a apple from the bowl on the counter. " Brooklyn don't go there , why are you so worried about another female." I rolled my eyes and took a bite from my apple " who's worried about her? If you want her fine , better go get tested" I couldn't help but laugh, but I also felt bad. Kendrick walked over and grabbed my arm tightly " what did you just say." His grip was so tight that my arms began to change colors. " let me fucking go" I roughly snatched away from his grip , leaving my arm in sharp pain. " you heard what I said kendrick you are not deaf." I was so over him and this conversation now. " If I did have something it's from you" he shouted into my face. I couldn't believe he would accuse me of having a disease. I raised my fist and punched his face with all the strength I had. Blood began leaking from his nose. " You'll be on the floor if I were to hit you back Brooklyn." I chuckled " you're not stupid kendrick I will kill you." I smirked as I left the kitchen. I have to work on my anger I always turn out harming Kendrick in some way.