Janaria Skyler Davis
"You definitely not having no party now."
"Mama !"
"Ain't nobody told yo lil ass to be fighting out there, you ain't even get the right tissue I wanted !"
I slumped back on the couch and held the ice pack on my face. My cheek was bruised from the fight and I wanted this swelling to go down.
"And the shit all down my damn Facebook timeline, bitches tagging me in shit."
"Why do you even have one ?" I mumbled
"I told her mama." Kentrell said making me cut my eyes at him
"Fuck up stupid." I bucked at him
"Watch yo damn mouth." Mama popped me on my bruised side of my face
"Ooow." I whined
"Keep ya ass still." She rolled her eyes as I fell on the floor
"You the reason I'm fighting anyways." I mugged Kentrell "Stupid as— behind."
"Y'all ugly." My mama mugged us before walking to the back
"Why you even here ?" I asked Kentrell unlocking my cracked up phone as I sat back on the couch
The shit fell out of my pocket when I was fighting and it had a big ole crack going diagonal on my screen. It was small cracks around my camera, but none of them damaged it.
"I can't hang with you no more ?" He moved directly next to me
"No, I'm finna find a new boyfriend." I rolled my eyes as I started recording a Instagram video
"Play with me if you want too." He jacked me up by my shirt
"Y'all see this shit ? Just abusive." I said before ending the video "You going to jail now."
"With what evidence ?" He slapped my phone making it hit the floor
"Kentrell what the fuck." I pushed him off of me
"I ain't mean to do that." He laughed like the shit was funny
"So what the fuck you— move bro." I grabbed my phone seeing another crack
"Fuck yo ass calling bro ?"
"You, fucking dickhead." I walked back to my room "Need to go the fuck home."
"You better watch yo mouth before you have another bruise on that face." He followed behind me
"Fuck you." I sat on my bed
I put my phone on the charger and grabbed my ipad. Indya went somewhere with Ben and KD, and I was stuck here with stupid ass.
"Lemme see yo phone." I looked at him
"For what ?" He asked as he scrolled on Instagram
"I need to log on my Insta— who the fuck is that ?" I grabbed his phone "She ain't even blend her leaveout, hell is that ?"
"Stop talking bout people kids." He hit my thigh
"Stop hitting me." I laid sideways in my bed so I was laying on top of him "Why you follow half of these bitches ?"
"You crazy." He put his right arm over his eyes
"So, and they getting unfollowed."
"I'm going to Atlanta for a show."
