Control Games

Im Done With You

"I CANT DO THIS SHIT ANYMORE! Dont you see how this is fucking up our relationship?"

"Is it Jess?  I just got off a long flight. I dont have time for this." I said trying to walk to my bedroom.

"Laurent" she said while grabbing  my arm.

"Jessica" I glared at her.

"I saw the pictures on istagram."

"I take picture with fans all the time. Just drop this."

"Yeah,  but you know I dont like her."

"Damnit Jess let it go. You dont even know the girl. Its the same shit with you all the time."

"Well if you would respect me,  I wouldn't bring it up." she said putting her hand in my face and mushing my head to the side.

"Dont put you hands on me girl." I stepped around her and continued to the bed room.

"Fuck you" She hit my back.

"All I ask is for you to respect me. You cant even be a man and do that." She hit my back with more force this time. I took a few deep breaths to calm down a little.

"All you care about is that wack ass brother of yours and your stupid ass dance career. I could have better..." I turned around and pushed her against the wall.

"Watch you mouth. No talk about or bring my brother in this and my dance career dumb huh, BUT ITS SUPPORTING YOUR LAZY ASS. You out here buying uneccessary shit,  spending all the money I work hard for." I finished letting her go.

"You know what?  I dont deserve this. You ain't shit, never been shit, I hope you happy with the life you have. Im Gone." I watched her pack her things. You would think Id try and stop her but no. Im tired of coming home like this. I walk in that door and immediately get questioned. The girl she talk about is a crazy, crazy fan. Follow me everywhere while I on tour with Beyoncé. Jess think I invite her but I dont.

"Dont forget your stuff in the bathroom." That just pissed her off more.

"Fuck off."

"Dont you get tired of this Jess. Everytime I come home its the same dumb ass argument." I shook my head

"Like I said if you would leave that bitch alon..."

"IM NOT EVEN FUCKING WITH HER. SHE FOLLOW ME. SHE A FAN. SHE DO IT ON HER OWN. I NO ASK HER TO. SHE WANT PICTURE WITH ME AND MY BROTHER. NOT JUST ME. YOU NO SEE THAT. YOU PUSHING ME AWAY AND REALLY I DONE. JESSICA. This is it man. I cant keep stressing for make you happy."

"What you saying?" she said looking at me. I could see how shocked she was about my outburst. Then I can see the anger building up in the pit of her eyes.

"I saying you need to leave and not come back. Im done with you, with us, with it all" it happend so quickly I couldnt stop her or myself. She came over to me and slapped me so hard I could have saw stars. That made me boil so I pushed her. I watched her fall to the ground looking completely shocked.

"NIGGA DONT PUT YA HANDS ON ME. THAT BITCH GOT YOU FEELING FROGGY NOW LAURENT" She said getting off the floor.

"Get the fuck out Jessica" I grabbed her bags and led them out the front door. "Leave and no come back, I wont be here anyway"

"Fuck you. I'll see you again."

"Fuck you too." With that I slammed the door in her face. Never Let That Girl Get You Out Of Character ... I thought about what Beyoncé always told me. I talk to Monster about Jessica all the time, just to get a women view on things, asking what I should do. I guess its time to leave her alone, especially if she can't support me amd my life. We on break from the tour and its time for me to head home to Paris and get back on track. I done fucking with Jessica. I need air. I needed to see familiar faces. First? I need rest.

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