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He stuffed the wand of cash into his pocket, the ashes from the blunt fell on the ground. "Shamar can you atleast tell me what happened?" Bree zipped up her coat speed walking behind him. "Bro go inside tha' house stop followin' me." He pulled the car door open. "No I'm going with you, I wanna go with you Shamar." She pleaded. He shook his head pulling the gun from his waist "Ima be back later go in tha' house Bree damn."
The past couple weeks had been hectic for Shamar. The streets were hot and he was still trying to move on from Jay's death. He felt guilty knowing that he could've did something to prevent his friend from dying. But he wasn't about to sacrifice himself for someone else. Bree crossed her arms watching the silver dodge fade away down the street.
She pressed the cellphone against her ear slowly walking up the stairs "What Riley?" She kissed her teeth. "Bree can you please do me a favor.. I need some money." Her shaky voice projected through the phone. "No I'm not lending you any money why don't you ask your baby daddy? Isn't he like the perfect guy." She spoke. "Are you serious right now? I came and apologized to you for everything and I told you my situation but you're still holding grudges for what Bree?"
Bree unzipped her coat "I forgive but I don't forget now go and live your best life with my ex." Bree hung up. Riley sighed rubbing her hands over her stomach. "You got to be kidding me." She yucked the piece of paper that hanging on the door. "A fuckin' eviction notice." She sighed, life was kicking her in the ass and Jayceon was still no where to be found.
She chuckled flipping through random Instagram post. Marsha peaked her head through the door "Laya dinners ready and Shamar's baby mother Maria is joining us." She spoke. Laya nodded "I'll be down in a minute." She flashed a smile. She lifted up from the bed, she stood in front of the mirror. She admired herself for a minute before her cellphone started ringing "Wassup key?" She pressed the cellphone against her ear exiting the bedroom.
Key paced back and forth in her bedroom "Laya did you see the fucking video that's going around?" She furrowed her eyebrows. Laya's eyebrows knitted together "Um no. What video?" She leaned against the stair railing. Key frowned nibbling on her lip "Laya.. uh.. um.." she trailed off "Kirk he uh... there's a video going around of you and Kirk having sex." Laya's smile faded her entire mood changed "What?"
Bree sat at the kitchen island, she had been sitting there for hours waiting for Shamar to come home. Maria went out and it was just her at his apartment. She wandered what was he doing out this late, without atleast calling her. Was he cheating? Shamar squinted staggering down the hallway. He pushed the door open, he flicked on the lights "Bree why the fuck is it so dark in hea'?" He stumbled inside of the house.
Bree shook her head "Shamar are you drunk? Seriously?" She grumbled. He shrugged "I had a couple drinks." He slurred. "Ofcourse you did, that's all you do nowadays.." she trailed off "I can't believe I stayed up waiting here for you, just for you to come home drunk you probably had sex with someone else too." She scoffed throwing her coat on. Shamar scrunched up his face up trying to keep himself from falling over. "You can't even stand up." She pushed pass him "I'm leaving."
