Dr. Minaj

02

Nas

It's been 3 years since my divorce in 2009. I been fucking hoes here and there. This therapy shit is actually going better than I thought and that Doctor is fine as fuck. Everything from her dimpled smile to her small ass feet is pretty asf fuck. Its friday and right now I am on my to our lil session. I pulled up to her office hopping out my Hummer and going in. On the way up I passed her nigga on the elevator and he mean mugged the shit outta me . Frog looking ass dude

" Hey Mr. Jones" She smiled

"Cut the bull shit. We have been talking for almost 5 months, you can call me Nasir or Nas." I sat down in my regular spot on the couch.

"Welp Nasir let's get started" she pulled out her usual pen and paper and sat in front of me

An Hour Later

" Good conversation today" she congratulated me

"If you tell any of your little friends or your nigga about this .. I will kill you girl" she laughed like I was playing

" Boy bye." she put her notes in a lockbox in her desk drawer. "But why you say my nigga like that" she made a face

" Because that dude don't like me for no reason. He stay looking at me like he wanna get buck or something " I get pissed off just talking about him. " I mean I give out ass whoopings for free" I shrugged

" He always looks like that, so don't get offended. He likes you" she giggled

"ah ki ki .. He LiKeS yOu" I gave her a stupid ass look and she started doing that ugly ass cackle

" Anyways Nasir, try calling your brother tonight and mend things with him" she patted my back and I looked up and saw only titties

" You need to put them up. Button your shirt to the neck shit you can't be walking around here like you flat chested." I get up and stand in front of her to fix her shirt while she eyeing the fuck out of me

" Did you hear me. CALL YOUR BROTHER NASIR!" she says smacking my hand away and does it herself

"Yea loud and clear O-nika." I emphasized the O because she hates that damn vowel

" You know what conversation cancelled. get out my office nigga. see you Wednesday at 10 am" she says pushing me out laughing

" her petty ass" I smile walking to my car and go home to call my little brother

Onika

" Aint shit going on with that man and I" i try to get it through this man's head

"Yea okay Nic.. let me find out y'all fucking."

"Insecure ass! ain't shit happening bro"

"Keep fucking testing me girl. I got your "bro" the fuck" he said trying to walk up on me

This is what I put up with and honestly i am sick and tired of it. From his baby moms to his court dates. I basically left my life in LA for NY for him. I built my office ground up and never needed him for shit. He has cheated on me 1 time which caused his son to be born and I took his no good ass back. I really hope he changes for the best.

Tuesday Night

" Stop.. STOP!!" I tried blocking hits and fighting back

" You ain't shit Nic I swear" he yelled at me as he pushed me down

" I ain't shit but i testified for you nigga! I left my whole family in LA for YOU. Now they hate me! You a bitch made ass dude i swear" I cried from anger and pain

Next thing I know I am getting punched in my lip and he starts to step on my hands. He was out of hand tonight. We usually argue and it rarely gets this violent but tonight he a whole different person. I came in from work and started cooking like I always do and when he came in he started throwing things and criticizing my food and career. So i clapped back and he really got mad .

" Nic You gon regret calling me a bitch and shit" he says still on my fingers to where i could feel a joint pop in my ring and middle finger. "GET OUT!" i yelled crying

"Man fuck you and this relationship. Thats why I have a baby on the way out in Philly" he walked right past me toward the door and stopped. " I'll be back for my things tomorrow " I got up and went to see about my hand and lip while tears ran down my cheeks

" Lord. Why me?" I asked myself