August
While I was sittin at home playin the game, I heard a big ass knock on my door. Before I could tell anyone to walk through, Tatianna walked in all bloodied up.
"What the hell happened to you?" I sat up.
"Your stupid ass ex girlfriend!" She yelled. "Didn't I tell you to control that hoodrat!?"
"Ain't no way Izel did this to you." I frowned. "She's not a fighter." I shook my head. "The hell did you say to her?"
"Nothing! She was with her boyfriend or whatever, and when she saw me, she just went psycho!" She cried. "I haven't done anything to her!"
"Alright, calm down." I went to
my bathroom and grabbed alcohol and a rag.
That didn't really make sense to me. Tatianna have had to say something to trigger Izel. She never fought anyone befo' and she ain't the type to have violence as an answer.
I wet the rag with the alcohol and put it against her cuts.
"You have to control her, August. I'm not playing with you." She wiped her tears.
"I'll talk ta' her." I sighed. "Hold this against yo face and lay down." I told her before walking out the room.
"Wassup play boy!" Travis spoke as he walked out his room.
"Yo, give me Izel numba'."
"Fa' what?" He frowned.
"Tati just came back all beat up and she said Zel did it."
"Dawg, for real?" He laughed. "I told y'all she lowkey a boxer. She heavy handed too! That shit had to be good." He continued to laugh. "That still don't answer my question on why you need her number." He walked pass me.
"So I can talk to her idiot. Let her know not ta' attack my girl no mo."
Travis turned around and looked at me. "Izel prolly beat ha' ass fo' a reason. She don't attack fa' nothin'."
"That's what I was thinkin'... but Tati said she ain't do nothin' ta' her."
"You gon' believe thoti?" He asked me.
"What you call her?" I frowned.
"I said Tati. I don't know what you hearin'."
"And yea i'ma believe my girl."
"Too bad she's not only yo girl." Brittany walked in.
"Where the hell.." Travis looked around.
"I came through the front door idiot." She sat at the island. "I just got off the phone with Izel.. Yo' high yellow ass need to apologize to her." She spoke.
"The fuck I do?" I frowned.
"You tell Thotianna about Izel being abused?"
"It probably slipped." I shrugged. "What dat got to do wit anything?"
"She rubbed it in her damn face, idiot!" She mushed my head. "Is that bitch here? She don't want this smoke." She started diggin' in her purse.
"She upstairs." Travis started to cough.
Brittany was about to go up the steps until I stopped her.
"Chill out, I'll settle dis whole situation." I sighed.
"You better! I don't wanna hear my best friend crying over the phone like that ever again. I oughta smoke you right now." She pulled out her gun and started waving it.
