Cheats and lies
You stormed into your room angrily and grabbed a suitcase out from under your bed. Ski ran into the room, stopping you from opening your closet.
"(Y/N), stop. Just listen to me." Ski pleaded. You slapped his arm away from you and entered your closet and started grabbing all your possessions.
"Baby, please don't do this. It was an accident."
"Don't you dare pull that card on me Stoke." Cheating is not a fucking accident. Having sex on the couch with another woman is NOT A FUCKING ACCIDENT STOKELEY," you yelled, grabbing more of your stuff and shoving it into a suitcase.
He attempted to grab your arm but you resisted and shoved him away.
"OH MY GOD! WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A BITCH ABOUT THIS " He yelled shoving you. Your side hit the frame and you felt the pain come into contact with your skin. You lifted up the side of your shirt and your eyes widened at the sight of a bruise forming over the redness.
"No! Baby, I am so sorry," Ski whispered. You just shook your head and zipped up your suitcase. As you were about to exit the house, Ski's hand slammed the door.
"You are not leaving the house until we talk about this (y/n)," He said, pressing his back onto the door.
"There is nothing to talk about Ski." You broke your fucking promise. When I caught you the first time you begged for forgiveness and I gave you a second chance and you fucking promised that it would never happen again," you said, feeling your eyes begin to water.
"I know (y/n), but please just give me another chance, I'll fix things I promise," Ski begged.
"No way. No more Ski. After what you just fucking did," you exclaimed.
"Yeah I know I fucking cheated -," Ski started.
"God! It's not just the fact that you cheated Stoke!You physically injured me...I didn't know you could sink that low Ski." you whispered, feeling the tears running down your cheek. He stood there, speechless.
"Do you even want to admit what you've done or feel any guilt Ski," you asked. He just stood there looking down at the ground.
"That's what I thought," you said, pushing him out of the way and exiting onto the porch.
You quickly called Jahseh.
"Hey (y/n), what's up?" He asked.
"Hey Jah , I don't want to be a bother but do you think that I could stay at your place for a couple of days," you asked, your voice shaking.
"Yeah, is everything okay?" He asked, sounding worried.
"I'll tell you later," you said, looking back at Ski with tears falling onto his face.
"Okay, I'll be there in 5 minuets. You're at Stoke's right?"
"Yeah, unfortunately," you mumbled.
Soon Jah's car pulled up. As you were about to leave, Ski grabbed your hand.
"Please don't do this (y/n)," Ski whispered. You looked into his eyes and finally tore yourself from him and approached Jahseh's car.
"You're just gonna leave Ski like this?" Jah asked, putting your bag into the back.
You looked back at the tall, tanned boy who looked at you with pleading eyes.
"He'll survive. After all he's got no conscience."
