I wrap my hand in gauze. The blood from my knuckles bleeds through, spotting the fabric. But I have bigger things to worry about. The whole in the wall, my hand... They don't even make it into the top ten of the list.
Sighing, I raise the bottle to my lips, cringing at the pain that shoots through my hand. I cringe again when the Moonshine touches my tongue. Nasty shit. The feeling afterwards is worth it, though. I down the rest of the bottle, only a couple ounces, but enough. I go back into the living room of the condo, happy to see that Tony is gone. Then I just get pissed off all over again when I see he took my gram of weed. I knew that dude was shady.
I toss the bottle into the trash and it shatters. It rings against the walls of this empty condo. I want to go out and party, do something fun. But I'm too pissed off to deal with anything. Amber left, Tony stole my shit. Life's in fucking pieces.
I take a seat on the worn down couch. All these albums sold, still ain't got the money to buy a decent couch. Guess it's fine since I get stuff like Moonshine and the top of the line weed. I pull out my new phone. When I touch the screen, I see a picture of just Casie, my baby girl. I type in the password: 0420. 4/20, bitches. The wallpaper on that screen is of me and my baby girl.
Opening up my Snapchat, I go through some of the messages that fans have sent me. Most of them say things like 'I love you' and 'You're my favorite rapper.' But when I find the pictures of girls in the sexy lingerie, or nothing at all... Damn. I chuckle and send a few a tasteful photo back to the hot ones, ignoring the fact that my weed is gone and so is my girl.
[Morning]
I wake up to the sound of my manager jangling his keys in the doorknob. Groaning, I sit up. My clothes smell like puke, and my head hurts like somebody is twisting a screwdriver into my brain very slowly. "Hey," Jacob says as he comes in. The fucker is loud. Or maybe it's just the hangover. Either way, I should not have agreed to giving him a set of keys to my condo.
He tells me about everything we have to do today. I pretend to pay attention while I really just look at my phone. No texts from Amber Rose. I look through my call list. 7 calls to her since 11 pm last night; none returned. The fuck was this girl's deal? When did she get this power over me? I sigh and toss my phone beside me, beginning to actually pay attention to Jacob.
"... to interview with some candidates for your assistant," he says. New assistant? What happened to the old one? Oh, yeah... Tony. He shouldn't have run his mouth. I don't want to do some stupid interview...
But then... What if I get some really hot assistant? Even hotter than Amber? She'd get so jealous. I smirk. She'll be crawling back to me. Even she said she'd never loved someone as much as me. Granted, she said it drunk and while we were having sex, but it was still probably true. It couldn't have just been her pussy talking.
I chuckle at my thoughts, as sick and twisted as they were. "What time are those interviews, again?" I question. Jacob scratches his head and looks down at his binder. The man is chill, but he can be too neat and a bit uptight. It's fine, though. At least he parties with me sometimes.
"12:15," he responds. The clock near my TV says it is 11:20. I sigh and get up from the couch.
"I'd better shower. Just give me a while."
