Thug Story (Ride or Die)-Part 1 & 2

I'll Take Care of You

I was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket. I was eating my pancakes and watching a movie. I slept here last night because I was just done with Jordan.

I think Im going to ask him to leave… He has absolutely no respect for me anymore. I mean I went through the depths of hell to get him out of that basement. How could he treat me like this? How could he NOT believe? I really do think Im going to tell him to move in with Kayla and Kevin.

I was finishing up when he came down the stairs. He was fully dressed. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly.

Hes going to make some excuse to why he has to go. I swear if he does it again im never opening my door to him.

"wheres my pancakes?"

"i dont know" I said standing up and taking my plate to the sink

"why are you being petty?"

"me petty? sorry I dont just get over things by going to sleep"

"well you need to start. I cant believe you"

"I cant believe YOU! Why would you think I would lie about some shit like that?"

"because you acting all dumb and shit. you've been acting weird and shit all damn week"

"I HAVE ACTUAL FUCKING REASONS WHY! YOU JUST WONT FUCKING BELIEVE ME!"

"did you even read the labels on your medicine?"

"no…"

"you need to"

"I dont. What is happening is fucking real. its nothing to pretend"

"go read it and then get dressed"

I sighed and walked back to the living room. I got my things and turned off the tv.

I took my time getting to the bathroom. I dont understand why he keeps bringing up my medicine and saying its the reason why Im acting the way I am. Its dumb and ignorant.

I opened up the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle. I closed the toilet seat and sat down and began to read.

My mouth dropped opened and I started to cry. The symptoms where everything Ive been going through. Its says that I can make up imaginary things and claim its real. Without taking the medicine… I could go through a lot worse.

I was sitting there whipping my face confused. Im taking medicine that makes me paranoid…great.

I decided to take the medicine anyways. These symptoms are not real. They cant be. What Im going through is REAL.

I got up and put on some clothes and went downstairs. Jordan watched me come down each and every one of them, smirking, thinking that he proved me wrong.

"did you read it?"

"yes"

"…and?"

"i took the medicine and put my clothes on"

"what the fuck?"

"whats happening is real. i wont believe that its not"

"yo…you fucking crazy"

"yeah Im breaking up with you. I cant deal with this shit"

"what?…" he asked with a softer tone

"i cant do this. I cant do us. this isnt working. your not the same person I started to fall for… I cant do it"

"can we just go on break?"