Love and happiness or NAH?!?!
I haven't told Killa about the Jaden thing, buts it's hard keeping a secret from him because he know me better than I know myself.
Plus keeping secrets just make me grumpy and emotionally, but I have to keep quite because I really don't want Killa to do anything stupid and wreckless.
I block Jaden number and just tried to push everything to the back of my head, not wanting to deal with it.
"What you doing today?" Killa asks me as I sit in the bed fiddling with my hands.
"I'm go shopping maybe, so I can spend some time alone to clear my head. Maybe get my hair done also." I say as I get up stretching.
"Ion think that's safe right now, have he been calling you or anything?" he asks looking worried.
I simply shake my head refusing to look at him.
"Jenn are you sure?" he asks again.
"Yes Killa dam, I'm perfectly capable of going out by myself I'm a fucking big girl. I'm tired of all y'all treating like a fucking kid dammit!" I snap, while making just way to my closet to find something to wear.
From my mother down to my girls, they are all pissing me off I'm not a baby nor I'm I a child I'm 21 years old and they refuse to treat me my age.
"What the fuck is your problem? I'm on your side remember?" he snap confused.
"Yes I remember, and I'm fine" I say sighing as I grab my bleach high waisted shots with a white tank top and black leather jacket.
"Is something wrong, what's up? Talk to me." he asks coming to my side embracing me.
I pull away "nothing is wrong, I just want to be left alone right now. You know they my thoughts together." I walk out the closet and into the bathroom where I strip and hop into the shower.
I didn't mean to sound like a bratty bitch but I'm tired of them spoon feed me, I need my own dam space.
When I get out the shower Killa is gone, I pull my hair into a ponytail, lotion down and put on my clothes.
After putting on my cocaine white Air Forces, I grab my keys, purse and phone than head out.
My first stop is to the hair Solon for my appointment.
I arrive to the hair Solon just in time for my appointment, and the stylist calls me over.
"How you want your hair" she also talking my ponytail out than running her fingers through it.
"I want it cut" I say simply.
"Cut how?" she asks looking at me through the mirror.
"Caria I'm out video cut" I explain.
"That's short, same color to" she asks.
"Nah, I want K. Michelle red" I explain.
"Let's get started than" she exclaim.
I just want to start off fresh and I have a feeling this haircut will push me in the right direction.
About a hour and a half later I look in the mirror in complete awe, tears stream down my face.
"You don't like" she asks sounding unsure.
"Of course not I love it I look so different I needed this" I sob she hand me a napkin and I wipe my tears away laughing at what a baby I became. "Than you so much" I say getting up and giving her a big hug.
