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LEE

Grabbing Natasha up off the floor from being beat up by Monique, I carried her out to my car. I couldn't lie, Monique fucked her up, which is probably why she was cradled up not saying a word.

It wasn't until we were halfway to her house when she found the courage to finally speak up.

"I'm not understanding why the fuck you didn't break up the fucking fight, Lee!" she yelled as she pulled the mirror in the car so that she could examine herself.

The way her eyes bucked out of her when she saw that she was indeed fucked up, her lip was busted and swollen, and she had a black eye that she should be thankful didn't swell up and close. Also, her jaw was swollen from that super kick that Monique had given her.

Happy that I was in front of her building, I stopped right in front of the duplex that she stayed in.

"Alright, get ya' ass out and please, keep all ya' smart remarks to yourself because I don't care to hear them right now," I warned Natasha, but being the type of bitch that she was, she had to say something slick.

I don't know what it was about this day that had these bitches testing me, but I wasn't for the shit, which is why covered Natasha's whole face with hand with so much force that it caused her head to fall back.

"Didn't I tell yo' ass to save the shit talking? You bitches will learn one day I am not the nigga to play with. Get the fuck out my ride." Watching her scramble out of my car, she was in such a rush to get out that she had left her purse on the floor of my car.

"You forgot something!" I yelled out as I tossed it out of my window, speeding away so fast I didn't even see it when it hit the ground.

On the ride back, all I could think about was the words Mo said to me. I couldn't even believe she would open her mouth to disrespect a nigga like me. Yeah, I've done worse shit, but women and men are not on the same level. She had a pussy, and I had a dick. Her shit was way more sacred. Also, I'm a nigga, I can do shit that she better never think about doing because the consequences would be death. Simple.

After speeding through these Houston's streets, I was now pulling up in our driveway, throwing my head back, and looking up at the roof. I sat there for a minute, pondering over my life and how bad shit was for me and Monique. I was supposed to be making her happy and loving her, but I couldn't seem to get it fucking right. I knew I had done some serious damage to Monique, I blacked out. I had lost all control, every day it seemed harder and harder for me to control. Would I ever change, probably not; I was a corrupted soul. The shit was lowkey aggravating.

Taking the keys out of the ignition, I got out the car and went inside of my house. Walking slowly, I headed towards my bedroom.

It seemed as though it took me forever, but I had finally made it to my bedroom door. Placing my hands in my pocket, I sighed as I was about to come face to face to the damage that I had done.

Placing one hand on the door and the other on the doorknob, I stood there for a couple of seconds, took a deep breath, then entered the room. Looking at the blood that was all over the room, you would have thought it was a murder crime scene. The bed was a mess, the covers to the bed were half way off, and the pictures that once held a place on the wall were now on the floor shattered. And then there was Monique still where I had left her, balled up like a baby inside of her mother's womb. She looked so fragile, and being that I was the cause of this, I was honestly scared to touch her. She was black and blue with blood everywhere, not even having to touch her I could see the pain that I had caused her seeping through her pores. Why do I have to take it this far? I sighed. How could I get control over this shit? I thought as I shook my head and made my way closer to her.