prettymuch imagines !

just go : honoret

[s t r o n g l a n g u a g e ! !]

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you were answering your snapchats when you got a text from your best friend.

private message

my passion💞🤧
bitchhhh

my passion💞🤧
you need to control you man !!

my passion💞🤧
ASAP !!

y/n
wtf are you talking about?

my passion💞🤧
girl, edwin's fuckin' wit other bitches.

my passion💞🤧
i wanted you to hear it from me and not some other bitch.

my passion💞🤧
even though it would be better if you heard it from him. he's a dick and a pussy at the same time 🤷🏽‍♀️

y/n
what's fucking new?

y/n
why do i always choose the same guys over and over again.

y/n
the shit is fucking ridiculous.

y/n
it's a fucking pattern

my passion💞🤧
i know bby

my passion💞🤧
i'm sorry.

seen 5:15 pm

you were a little more disappointed in yourself than mad at edwin. you clearly have been in a situation like this, but you thought it would be your first and last.

when edwin asked you out, he told you he would dedicate himself to you and your relationship, and you believed him. he had you fooled, just like the last. you didn't even want a relationship at the time, you were wounded emotionally and you didn't want any guys around while you were heeling. you felt they would make the process more difficult, with their somewhat amazing flirting skills.

you opened up to edwin, and he told you he would never do that to you, he would never use you like that. he said he would love and cherish you with all the love in his heart, he lied.

you sat there on your couch, looking at the ceiling, thinking of all the lies he could have been telling you in the past 4 months of dating him. the sound of the doorbell interrupted your thoughts. you blinked a few times to get rid the beads of tears in the brim of your eyes before opening the door.

you were greeted by the man of the hour, edwin.

"heyyy, princess." edwin leaned in for a kiss, but you placed your hand on his chest, keeping your distance. "what the hell, y/n."

you placed a firm slap on his face "what the hell is wrong with you, edwin!" you yelled as he held his cheek in shock. "what am i to you? some good arm candy!? do you think i'm just wrapped around your finger!!!?" you walked back inside, leaving the door wide up for him to enter. you wanted an explanation.

"what the fuck are you talking about, y/n. you're my everything." he closed the door behind him. "then why am i getting the news that you've been fucking with some hoes."

"wh-where did you hear that?" he wondered in a whisper. you sarcastically chuckled, "so your not denying it?" he stood in front of you, fresh out of words to say.

"you know, i thought i was done being the gullible bitch, that everyone could fuck around with." you started to pace the living room. "i've grown so much from my past, and i was ready for my future." you couldn't even look in his direction, you were so pissed.

"ive out grown the old me, i'm an independent woman! i've outgrown people like you!!" you yelled. "y/n i would never-" you stopped in your tracks. you cut him off. "get the fuck out my face with that shit, i really don't appreciate being lied to!" his face dropped as he came close to you. he tried to close you into his embrace.

you placed your hand on his chest for the second time evening, "wh-what is it that i don't have, that these hoes have!?" you asked, genuinely looking for an answer.

"is it a stretched out pussy? shitty ass makeup? i mean, what it?! what is it that i'm missing? because honestly at least anthony didn't go for any bitches he could fit his whole fist in! at least he had the decency to hookup with someone who was hot!"

"don't you fucking dare compare me to that fucking dirtbag." he yelled back, defending himself.

"bitch, at this point, there's no difference between you two, except your taste in hoes! you can't just go around, fucking other bitches and say 'oh yeah, y/n is all mine. she's my bae, my everything' and shit! it's either you chose me or you fucking lose me!" you started to pace again.

edwin had nothing to say. he knew everything you were saying was right, but he didn't want to admit it. because, as selfish as it sounds, he thought it would make him look bad, or even worse than presented to be.

"you really have nothing to say!?" you yelled in disbelief. "you were the one who started this relationship, and you have nothing to say to save it?!" you scoffed, but you knew regardless of what he had to say, your relationship with him was already over. "get the fuck out my house, just go."

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it's longer than 300+ words !! 💀
~jayden