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Streets light lit up the dark street, the silver dodge was parked outside apartment complex. Bree jogged down the stairs. This would be the first time in weeks the two spoke. He leaned over pushing the door open "Hurry up get in da car Bree."
"Don't tell me to hurry up, I'm tired and you're dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night." She ranted.
Bree paused, she gasped staring at him "You cut your hair? When did that happen? Why did that happen?" She bombarded him with questions.
He pressed the push to start button. Leaning over he reached for the black duffle bag that sat in the backseat. "So you're ignoring me now."
He unzipped the bag, Bree's eyes windened the bag was filled with cash wrapped in rubber bands. "Shamar, what are you doing riding around with all that money?"
He pulled out a wand of cash stuffing it in his pocket, he zipped the bag up tossing it in the backseat. "I just made it. I cut my hair a couple weeks back you didn't know because we wasn't seein' eye ta eye."
He sighed flipping through random snapchat post. He had been blowing her phone but she didn't pick up. They were just good about a week ago. He frowned tapping on her snap story, it was a video of him. Why did she always do this to him? His relationship was in shambles because of her. But hers was better than ever. Drake shook his head gulping down the bottle of Hennessy.
Loud music played and colorful lights flashed throughout the night club. Shamar grabbed a hold of Bree's hand pushing through the crowd of people. Bree squeezed Shamar's hand following him up the stairs. She hadn't been to the club since the incident she had when she was 16.
They were posted up against the railing overlooking the packed crowd downstairs. Strippers spinned around on the pole, dollar bills were flying around. Bree tiptoed whispering in his ear "Shamar I'm uncomfortable."
He lifted the two shot glasses off of the tray "Take a shot."
Shayla swayed around in her living room, She had been listening to broke up songs and drinking wine all night. "Fuck Drake, next." She sang.
She lifted the glass of wine, pushing open the door to the balcony. She leaned against the railing "Fuck my ex." She shouted.
Shayla leaned against the wall sinking onto the floor. No matter how many glasses of wine she had, no matter how much she expressed how much she hated Drake she still felt broken. She shook her head feeling tears building up "No i will not cry over him, he's not crying over me he's probably with that hoe." She sniffled.
She stared at the night sky dozing off on the balcony.
Maria hissed brushing her hand over her stomach "Shit, shit, shit." She quickly pulled the covers back hopping out of bed. She couldn't believe that this was happening now, her babygirl was ready to come out. She barged in Shamar's room but he wasn't there. "Fuck." She groaned clutching onto her stomach.
Shayla's eyes fluttered open she slowly got up from the floor. "Drake you better get the fuck from my door or I'm calling the police."
Maria pounded on the next door neighbors door, this was her last resort she called Shamar but he didn't pick up. "Help me please." She shouted. "I'm in labour."
Bree jogged outside the club with Shamar hot in her trail. "Where the fuck you goin'?" He held her phone up in his her hand.
"Give me my fucking phone Shamar you're crazy as fuck."
"Why the fuck that nigga still callin' ya' phone Bree is you talkin' to him?"
Bree trembled slowly backing away from him. "Answer the fuckin' question is you talkin' ta him?"
"No Shamar I'm not talking to him i swear I'm not." She lied.
He grabbed her arm "If i find out you lying ima beat ya' ass." He glared at her.
