WARNING : STRONG LANGUAGE, SLIGHT SMUT AND VIOLENCE AHEAD
Meena's POV
Been down this road before. Once a fantasy, now it's the same road that drive me to insanity.
I believed in a devil disguised a prince , and now I've been reaping what I have sown every since.
I guess it's true what they say, you can't truly change your old ways . And that you can't beat a player at his own game.
Tried to seal a lie with a kiss, but it's too late 'cause it has left your lips.
I prayed that the pain will someday end
But you went too far and hooked up with a so-called friend.
This bitch is testing me, and she thinks I'm joking when I say I'm crazy. She's about to find out and when she does, she is going to regret ever messing with me. I knew that hoe was disloyal from the start. Mxm, thinking she could trick us into believing she was a saint with that white headband. Fuck, am I going to choke her to death with that. Picking up the broken bottle shards, I contemplate whether or not I should throw them away or feed them to her, as I watch her choke on her spurting blood.
Getting into my car, my phone flashes and it's Nate. Fuck, can't he just take a hint and understand that this was a no-strings attached agreement.
"What the fuck do you want?" He is honestly ticking me off.
"I know you feel it too. You know we could have had something ", he says.
"Nate , the only thing I'm going to be feeling is Ethan, when he pounds furiously into my mouth, down my throat, choking me. And when I ride his dick that I made rock hard, so if you don't mind...STOP FUCKING CALLING ME!" I shout into the phone as I end the call.
Everyone thinks that they can screw me over and get away with it. This is the last straw, I swear I'm going to show them flames. If she's getting on my nerves, i need to get turnt up. Switching on the radio, "Bitch Better Have My Money" bursts through the speakers.
"Your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car , don't act like you forgot, I call the sh-sho-shots", I sing, pulling up into her driveway.
Oh hell no, he's even parked right in the spot that I usually park in. Oh, this motherf*cker is dead , alright.
Taking my purse, I get out of the car and walk to the door. Why should I even bother knocking? He probably knocked her up already.
Kicking the door open, I walk into the kitchen to find him standing in between her thighs as she is seated up onto the counter. They turn around and finally realize that I'm here.
Ethan steps away from her and inches closer to me.
"Who the fuck do you think I am!?", I shout.
"Baby, listen. Just calm do-"
"Don't you fucking dare tell me what the fuck to do Ethan!", I shout. "You're busy fucking around with this hoe while I'm sitting back home, waiting for you to arrive. Making me look like a fool, going for some tramp like her", I say accusingly.
"Aame-" she starts, jumping off the counter.
"Shut up bitch", I retort back reaching into my purse to retrieve a knife, "does it look like I asked you a fucking question?", I ask, waving the knife in front of her face as she shakes her head in fear.
Yeah shake it you little bitch. Too busy choking on my mans dick when you should be choking on the glass I'm about to shove down your throat.
