Distance Between Us | j.d.b ✔️ (BOOK I X II) THE FANFIC

Chapter 30

Ten more chapters and then this story is over.
Back to back updates (most likely next week-- I've updated a lot) because the latest chapters are short.

I was chill when I was high, but I was also miserable and irritated when someone was acting remedial.

My friends didn't act though, they simply were.
My company and their company truly lived up to the saying "ignorance is bliss" and it was staring to piss me off.

I kicked everyone out today even Khalil and Alfredo.

They kept inviting more people into my home.

Strangers were sleeping in my bed.

That set me off.

I stepped out of my house for two seconds and a whiff of everything hit me harshly.

It wasn't okay.

The yelling, the music, the sweat, alcohol and kush didn't bother me as much as the sound of loud groans.

"Dude, what the-"

"Get out of my house now."

"Chill, you're overreacting. I'm so close." The man groaned.

"I said get the hell out of house!" I spat at him before stalking towards my bed and yanking him off of the girl beneath him.

She yelped out and I simply ignored.

"You too. Get out." I growled at her before pushing the door towards my bedroom door.

"But my clothes--"

"I don't care." I stated dryly as I clenched my jaw. The girl continued to stare up at me, shaking slightly as she pulled my sheets closer to her chest.

"I SAID YOU TOO." I flipped, yanking my sheets off of her. I was livid.

She hurriedly jumped up from my bed and attempted to grab the sheets from me.

"The hell are you doing?"

"I can't walk out like this." She chirped.

"Not my problem." I shrugged.

"Now get out!" I demanded once again and she hurriedly rushed out of the door following the man she was intimate with.

My fist had turned pale and I hadn't noticed until I glared down at the sheets in my hand in disgust.

Washing wasn't an option. I was going to burn the whole bedroom set.

I was sitting on my on the edge of my mattress still livid although hours had passed and my house was vacant.

I thought about discarding my mattress but that was going overboard and I wasn't in the mood to drag the entire thing out of my room, down a flight of stairs, and out the door all the way down to my parkway.

I had the urge to call Leigh-Ann and vent to her, but I didn't.

I couldn't even if I wanted too.

I wasn't ready to give her up completely, but she was attempting to force me to do so.