Karysma Rose-Coleman, a 23 year old model. Independence has always been her game. She never had anybody to count on, she's always did it by herself, got to where she was by herself. Made her name known....by herself. She trusts few, but knows many...
In too deep, can't think about giving it up But I never knew love would feel like a heart attack It's killing me, swear I never cried so much 'Cause I never knew love would hurt this fuckin' bad The worst pain that I ever had __________________________________________________________________________ Cheap perfume. I looked at him closely. The makeup on his shirt. I looked even closer. The hickeys on his neck. Every little detail hits me at one time though. Rayne Dakota Prescott has cheated on me. "I hope she was worth it" I squeak out. It was so silent that you could hear my heart breaking and shattering. My tears were hot as they rolled down my face. He just looked at me in my face without a damn sign of remorse. He knew what he was doing. Ain't no blaming it on the alcohol up in here on this day.(If you get the reference, I love you) He didn't smell like alcohol. He reeked of Walmart brand perfume. I don't say a word (I don't say a word, was on my grind, now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga)Not a god damn word, what is there to say. Instead, I decided that I needed some space, and packed myself an overnight bag, threw on some clothes, grabbed my keys, and hopped in my car. I broke down in tears, and it was like a child who just got a whopping...I was crying that damn hard. After a few minutes, I had calmed down enough so that I could drive. I drove myself to a nice hotel and paid for a night. I took my stuff in the suite, which was at the top, and laid down on the bed, I got on my phone, took a picture of the wall and put on it. "Cheaters never win" and posted it on sc, and my Instagram story.
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I turned on the TV, and put my nightclothes back on. The thing about this whole thing is, he doesn't even try to reason, or explain, or even a simple fucking apology, he let me walk right on out that door. I take this time to call my brother...
Tev: "Yes"
Me: "H-he cheated Tev"
Tev: "Who the...the bitch ass quarterback that A-Clay sacked six times?" Me: "Yes Him" Tev: "Explain" Me: "We had an argument, and he left and came back at around 11:15 smelling like ass, cheap perfume, and cheap makeup, witch foundation on his shirt, and hickeys on his neck" Tev: "Stop crying. What are you going to do about it?" Me: "Break up and move back to Atlanta with you"
Tev: "Are you serious this time, or just for the time being"
Me: "I'm dead ass serious Tevin"
Tev: "When you coming"
Me: "ASAP like tomorrow"
Tev: "Alright, I will talk to you later, and stop crying over niggas Karysma" Me: "alright Goodnight"
After I got off the phone with Tevin, I texted Dak, just to let him know whats up, because I can't stand to look at him in his face.
Me: I hope you realize what you did Dakota. Its fine, but our relationship is over. You can keep the house and the car. I'll be back to pick up my stuff tomorrow. I'm leaving and you may or may not know where I'm heading. I'm done with everything. Done crying. Have a nice life Dakota
