I really suggest you listen to the song it was my inspiration for this whole story. This is my first time posting anything on wattpad so I apologize if the first few chapters are short.
Aisling. ASH-ling
5:41 pm was the time I opened my front door and saw that everything that belonged to Josh was gone. We got into another one of our never ending fights and I told him to get his shit and go. Josh was insecure and had mad trust issues. I couldn't go up the street to buy pads without him thinking I was cheating. But this fight, this fight was different. Every time we fought I told him to pack his shit and get the fuck out of my house, but this is the first time he's actually listened.This fight went in a slightly different direction then the rest. I worked late and didn't call him to check in resulting in him accusing me of cheating for the umpteenth time this month. Usually I'd listen to him and try to convince him otherwise but I couldn't take the bullshit anymore. As my best friend Cyra liked to say Josh was "an ain't shit ass nigga" he stayed home all day eating all my damn food and running up my light bill playing 2K (and let me tell you a secret, he sucked I frequently beat him). This nigga had no job, anything he has is because of me, I bought the shit and he has the audacity to complain when he felt I spent too much time at work. When I first met Josh he was a borderline bum, he was sitting on the hood of my brothers car rolling a blunt, he looked a hot ass mess which was normal for anybody remotely associated with my brother. During this argument I just so happened to throw all that in his face, which I admit was wrong but I was heated.
I didn't know what I was feeling at this point, it hurt of course, but I'm not sure if it's because I actually missed him or because I'm just so used to him being here. He'd been in my life for 3 years.
I got tired of standing in the middle of my living room dumb struck so I walked into my room stripped and headed towards my bathroom to take a shower and wash this whole day off my body. After my extremely long but totally necessary shower I went into my kitchen grabbed a bag of Doritos plopped on my couch and started an episode of A Different World deciding that eating would rid me of my troubles. Some point between the 5th and 6th episode I realized I wasn't paying attention. So I settled on calling Cyra and filling her in. Three rings later she answered. "Hey Ling, how's my favorite hoe doing" Cyra yelled her signature greeting into the phone causing me to laugh for what seems like the first time today "I'm ok, could be better the Doritos seem to be helping though" "Uh oh Doritos? That's never a good sign what's wrong Ling?" "Me and Josh broke up" "Should've figured" "No it's serious this time he took all his stuff" "You mean YOUR stuff?" Cyra said adding extra emphasis on the word your "CYRA! This is serious" "Ok I'll be there soon Ling"
25 minutes later and 1 bag of family sized Doritos later I got up to open the door for Cyra. "Damn it's empty as fuck , you sure you live here" "Yes Cyra I live here , basically everything in here was his so it's all gone" "Everything he took YOU bought you paid for everything from the haircut on that nigga head to the shoes on his fucking feet ain't no way this nigga cleaned your apartment out and you sitting in the house eating Doritos and listening to Justin fucking Timberlake!" Cyra practically yelled, Cyra was one of the goofiest most passionate people you can come across but when she's mad there's really no coming back from that and I could tell just by the tone of her voice that she was pissed off. "Ok Cyra what the hell do you expect me to do, he's gone now" "Go get your shit that's what the fuck I want you to do" she said like it was the simplest thing in the world "What I can't do that Cyra" "You can and you will now get dressed" I knew there was no point in arguing with Cyra her mind was already made up so I put my timbs on and followed her out the door.
When I walked out the door of my apartment building it was pitch black outside so I checked my phone, it read 11:37 pm. "Yo Cyra it's late you sure you wanna do this right now" I asked truly hoping that she'd wanna wait till later. "Nope we're doing this right now get in the car I already know Josh ass gotta be at his brother house." And with that we both jumped in her 2016 all black Jeep Wrangler. "So how we gonna do this ? " I asked cause I seriously had no clue how we were gonna go about this. "Simple we gone pull up take what you want and leave that bitch feeling multiple levels of shitty" " If you say so" I was quiet the rest of the ride there mentally playing the situation out in my head. There had to be at least 300 questions flying around my head. Would he ignore me? Does he want me back? Would he try to get me back? Does he miss me? Does he wanna work it out? My thoughts came to an end as we pulled up to Josh's brother house.

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