Love Don't Cost A Thing

Twelve: Family

"I'm here for you, Teighlor. And he won't get away with this shit. Nobody puts their hands on you. He moved you in that damn house and wants to kick you out, fine, but he didn't have to put his hands on you. So what do you want to do?"

Treasure Pierce

   "I'm really not in the mood for this Latasha.." I groaned sitting on my bed with a pout on my face. She was trying to make me go out with her and had been all up under me and checking up on me ever since she had saw Rocky with another chick. But I was okay. It didn't phase me, in fact I was fine, shit breezy. If he wanted to be mad over something petty and that was not my business to begin with then whatever. He would have to be into with himself because I wasn't about to think about him or the shit that included him tonight.

       Ever since he had left for work, and was suppose to be gone for two weeks, I saw on Instagram that he stayed an extra two weeks, and was most likely still there.

Latasha rolled her eyes at me, and folded her arms across her chest. "Bitch get over it. We are going out tonight rather you want to or not. You need to get out of this house and show that nigga what he missing. Stop letting him see you down, and show out."

I shook my head and waved her off. "Girl I'm not worried about Rocky mad ass. My head hurt, from this damn see in and I really just wanted to sit in the house and watch Scandal."

       She shook her head, going into my closet. "You didn't get that hair done for no reason. We are going out!"

    YFN Lucci's Missing You was playing in the car as I looked on phone going down my twitter feed at what was posted since I was dragged out of my apartment to go to the club. If Latasha didn't do anything, she was always ready to have a good time and show out at the club.

Once she parked, I got out of the car pulling on  my jeans as I did so. I wore a see through lace black top, showing the sides of my breast, a pair of high waisted black skintight jeans, and my black thigh high boots. I had my curly sew in that usually reached the tip of ass in high curly bun showing my edges. I kept it simple with light makeup and clear lip gloss. "You ready?"

I looked over at Latasha and nodded my head, and grabbed my black Chanel purse from her car. She had on a grey skintight dress that hung off her shoulders, with a pair of clear and black strappy high heels. Her hair was back straight with blonde and black barrel curls, with her silver diamond choker on her neck. She carried her black Michael Kors on her shoulder.