A:N Again I recommend listening to the song above, it goes with the story line.
"Yo Marshall, you might not wanna go in there." Bizarre said sitting on the porch smoking a joint at your house.
"Why?" Marshall asked about to step into your shared house since he had no where to go until he finally bought himself a house.
"Cause she pissed at you man." Kuniva said chiming in. "And you missed dinner, which was slamming boy, that girl can cook." He commented.
"Man for what?" Marshall huffed ignoring the rest of what he said, not feeling like having one of your lectures tonight.
"Cause, she said she tired of you running in and out her house all the damn time." Swift interjected.
"I pay half the frickin rent, I can do whatever the hell I want." Marshall spat stepping past them to open the front door.
He walked inside the house to see you cleaning up and putting the food you had cooked away in the fridge.
You appeared tired as you wore your bandanna, sweats, and tank top, you had spent all day cooking and watching Marshall's daughter Hailie since Marshall wasn't home while Kim had dropped her off. The girl was sleep in the guest room for now, and you figured Kuniva, Swifty, and Bizarre who had came over to eat was still on your front porch chatting or smoking.
You heard someone enter the house and you didn't even need to turn around to know who.
"Hey what's up?" Marshall asked setting his bag down on the floor.
You said nothing as you continued putting some Reynolds wrap on the food and sticking it into the fridge for it wouldn't be staying out all night.
"So you ain't gone say nothing huh?" He asked you.
You said nothing as you walked passed him cleaning up some cups and beer cans that were left on the coffee table.
"Is Hailie here?" He asked.
"She's sleep." You said swiftly walking passed him again throwing the trash in the already full garbage.
"Yo, why you so pissed?" He said annoyed at the silent treatment he was getting from you.
"I ain't pissed." You said calmly.
"Obviously you are." He said crossing his arms at you. "Come on why you so mad?" He asked again a bit of anger in his tone.
"Why don't you go ask one of your crooked hoes why i'm pissed?" You shot back catching him off guard.
"One of my crooked hoes, oh I get it, you jealous?" He laughed only making you all the more angry.
"Jealous of what your new little rap career? Jealous of what, the STD infected hoes you screwing? Jealous of what, being a divorcee with no house of their own?" You bitterly spat tired of his egotistical attitude.
"Watch your mouth." Marshall threatened.
"Or what? I have nothing to be jealous of, but I have every reason to be pissed at you, you come in and out MY house, Your baby mama drops off YOUR kid and you ain't even here to see her, I spend my time and money cooking YOUR daughter food so the poor baby won't go to bed hungry! I wash YOUR clothes like some housemaid! I ain't your housemaid, seriously who do you think you are?" You angrily touted watching him shoot you a glare.
"I'm a f*cking G." He simply stated.
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"Wow..okay, that G must stand for GONE cause I want you out of my house!" You seethed staring at him in disbelief.
"You weren't saying all this when I bought you an entire wardrobe, took you on rides in my limousine? It's funny, you think I actually need you, but I don't." He scoffed. "I'm taking Hailie and we out." Marshall said.
"I can't believe how much you've changed." You sadly said shaking your head in shock as he looked back at you with unreadable eyes.
"Everything changes." He said coldly heading towards Hailie's room, only to return a few minutes later with him carrying the sleepy girl as he stooped down to grab his bag shooting you a peace sign as he went out the door leaving you speechless.
