Dustin POV (cont.)
After talking to mom, I ran up the stairs and into my room, where I found Dakota sleeping. She looked peaceful that is until she spoke.
Dakota: What do you want?
Me: You.
Dakota: *chuckles* Do you know what you've caused?
Me: I've cause you pain, trusting me, and-
Dakota: And STRESS.
Me: I know and I am TRUELY sorry.
Dakota: Whatever. (Gets up)
She gets up from my bed and tries to walk straight but, I can tell she's trying her best not fall.
Me: Baby, you need to go to the doctor.
Dakota: No! I am fine.
Me: No, you're not. You're walking like you're drunk.
Dakota: Maybe, I wanted to walk like this.
Me: Baby, this is not a time to be sarcastic!
Dakota: Who said I was being sarcastic. *chuckles* But, thanks for the Patrón.
Me: What are you talking about?
Dakota: Your stash of Alcohol. That's under your bed.
Me: 😥
Dakota: You know with me being totally drunk, I may something that May or may not hurt you. But, hey! You hurt me, so, fuck it!
Me: Dakota, whatever you're about to say, please don't. 🙏
Dakota: I am taking the twins and we're moving back to L.A. And you can't not and will not come and see them.
Me: 😧
Ali POV
So, he just thinks he can propose to me then go off and fucking cheat?! Ha! I got something for that ass!
••Breeding Household••
Me: Let's see if you can get around in a piece of shit! (Pulled out matches and fluid)
"🔥🔥"
Sees a black truck pull up.
"ALI!!!"
Me: Burn baby! BURN!!! 😂
Patrick: WTF?!?! MY CAR!!
Me: Oh! You're worried about a goddamn car?! So, I take it that other bxtches, irrelevant shxt is all you care about, huh?!
Patrick: What?! N-(gco)
Dustin: Dakota! Please, just stay! Please?!?!
Dakota: (walking to the side) Heyyyy y'all!
Me: You good?
Dakota: Girl, I'm GRRREAT!
Dustin: She's drunk. (Trying to get a hold on her)
Dakota: Youu t-touch mee, I will bust y-you upsideee yourr headd. Yourr choicee.
Me: Hmph. I don't see why you don't do it. Aye! Cuz, lemme get some!
Dakota: (hands me the bottle) Mike, me and the twins are coming home.
Michael: Don't worry cuz, I already got everything pack and is on it's way to L.A. right now.
Me: Mike, do you or Chy mind if I stay, too?
Chyna: Nahh, you good.
Me: Thanks. Because, this shxt right here is stressing a bxtch out!
