(Christian)
Later that night
December 22nd, 2018...
London
I slowly got out of my car seeing a Honda parked behind Christians car who the fuck was at our house around 10? I took my tote bag out walking up the steps, unlocking the front door quickly pushing it open to see the living-room looked tidy. I sighed in relief making my way up to our bedroom ready to crash in my king size bed and watch re-runs of Sponge bob, I was still a child at heart. "Hey baby you home so soon" I nodded setting my tote bag on the dresser crashing on top of my cozy mattress "yeah the dude was a straight asshole tonight when I tried to warn him about his little girlfriend" he raised a brow "why the fuck you worry about him and his girlfriend anyways?" I rolled my eyes "because I thought we was friends but seems like we weren't" I heard something move in the closet "Christian what the fuck is that?!" I yelled jumping up quickly only for him to push me down "nothing baby chill it ain't nothing" he looked so fucking stupid trying to make me think I'm losing my damn mind "Get the fuck up" I said pushing him in his chest hard for him to move out of my way "London chill it ain't nothing" he said hovering over me pinning my hands down "look give me a kiss baby" I rolled my eyes "no get out my damn way" he leaned in for a kiss but I quickly turned my head away kneeing him where the sun don't shine "ow what the f-" I pushed him back making my way to the closet pulling it open to see a white girl with blonde hair and a skin tight dress on "wow so we getting Malibu barbies now damn I wasn't good enough for you Christian?!" he shook his head "no its not like that London I swear" I shook my head "you lucky I'm tired because if I-" I don't know what came in me but I just started snapping on both of them, all I saw in my vision was the blonde chick on the ground holding her nose and a couple of Christian dreads on the floor.
This wasn't me I wasn't this broad who thump or terrorize things everywhere I go...I blinked falling to my knees covering my face "London baby listen to me I swear it isn't what it seems-" I shot a glare at Christian "get the fuck out of my house now before I shoot both of you hoes in the fucking ass" I sat on the ground for a couple minutes till I heard my front door shut. What did I do to deserve this?
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