sabreea's pov: i just got a phone call from my best friend domi and although i never mentioned her she was always there for me from when i was feeling suicidal or even when it came to just having good advice. the advice that was just givin to me was to "get the fuck out!" but it isn't that easy to just up and leave when this man at least tried to help but then again i was considered a whore or a "booty call" he didn't claim me as his piece. i had to think for a while.
oj's pov: im so fucking angry i swear that nigga qua always fucking with my money im kill that nigga and by the time i get home that bitch better have my damn food cooked or she in for a rude fucking awakening i put that on god im 21 years old i deserve to come home to a woman that loves me..
sabreea's pov: Shuffling through coats trying to find money ."shit"! where is it
(foot steps coming)
oj's pov: damn bïtch where the fuck is my food ima beat this bïtch ass . she aint got shit without me im helping her the least she can do is fucking cook.
(oj goes up stairs)
oj's pov: why the fuck is my door locked " bitch you in their"
(pow oj kicks open the door)
oj's pov: what the fuck bïtch you was in my shit he says to sabreea. why you got bags packed.
Sabreea: "nigga I'm leaving"
