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I was heated as fuck. I know it seems like I'm overreacting about the situation, but nobody else is in my position. I've witnessed Jada get hurt time after time. It was starting to get old. She falls too hard and guess who's there to pick up the pieces when shit hits the fan? Day-motherfuckin'-star. Whatever she got going on with this Keith dude is a slap in the face for real.
"Where's Jada?" Milla asked, knowing damn well how I feel about her right now.
"I don't fucking know, Camilla damn." I replied with a very visible attitude. She began to look around the room.
"Daystar. I just wanna know who you're talking to, cause it can't be me." she crossed her arms.
"Oh but it is you. You keep fuckin' pressing me about Jada. I haven't seen her since last night."
"At that party? Who you fuck last night? Was it Jada?"
"I'm sick of this shit Camilla, for real. I'm gone. Don't text my phone until I'm ready to talk." I went into our room, grabbed my Nike duffel bag and threw whatever was mine into it.
"You gone leave me, Daystar?" she asked with tears in her eyes.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Camilla. I'm liable to do anything right now." I coldly replied.
"Where you gonna go? You gone sleep in your car?" she kept asking me dumb ass questions. I kept ignoring her ass. She was trying to block me from leaving. I pushed her off of me and she dramatically fell on the bed.
"You ain't shit!" she yelled and started throwing whatever she could find at me. I hurriedly ran to my car and pulled off. This morning wasn't my morning. I'm not going to my parents' house, that's dead. Plus, I gotta work tomorrow anyway. I'd have to go to my last resort.
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Jada
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