BOSS

Forty

Jay's POV
I walked up to Vanessa's room to see her lying across her bed on her phone.

I snatched it out of her hand and put it in my back pocket.

"Hey-," she started before I cut her off.

"Shut up and listen," I told her.

She sat up and looked at me.

"I just wanna know what the hell made you think that you could talk to her like that?! What makes you think that you can disrespect adults like that?!," I asked her.

"Come on Jay. You should be glad that you know now. Now, you don't have to waste your time on her," she said.

"And you're still doing it. You're unbelievable," I told her as I paced around her room.

"No, you're unbelievable. You-," she started before I cut her off.

"Shut up Vanessa!," I yelled at her.

She jumped a little as she quickly closed her mouth.

"I'm the adult here! Not you! Do you get that?! When I'm talking, you close your mouth, and you listen! You are done disrespecting me!," I shouted.

She nodded as she looked up at me.

"You know what? I am so sick and tired of your bullshit Vanessa! You can't stay in my house acting like you're all high and mighty and shit, like you can do whatever you want! I want you out!," I yelled.

"What?," she asked me.

"You heard me. I want you out! Get out of my damn house," I told her.

She just sat there on her bed looking crazy.

"You think I'm playing? I said get up and get out of my house!," I yelled as I grabbed her suitcase out of the corner.

I put it on her bed next to her as I opened it up. I went in her closet and just started grabbing clothes. I went back and threw them in her suitcase.

I went back in her closet and got some more clothes and put them in the suitcase.

"Jay, no. Jay, wait. What are you doing?," she asked me.

"I told you to get out of my house, and you're just sitting there when you should be packing up your stuff!," I yelled.

She sat there and started crying.

"Tears aren't gonna work this time Vanessa. Go in there and get your toothbrush and shoes and stuff because you gotta go," I told her as I walked back into her closet to get some more of her clothes.

"Jay, just stop. Wait," she said as she followed me into her closet.

"No, because you need to get out of my house! I told you that I'm tired of all of your shit! And you think I'm playing with you! Pack up your stuff before I throw this little suitcase out the door and change my locks and all you're gonna have is a few tops and pants to live off!," I yelled at her.

"No, Jay, stop!," she said as she grabbed my arm.

"Don't touch me right now Vanessa," I told her.

"Jay, no, I'm sorry," she cried.

"I'm not the one who should be apologizing to. You should be apologizing to the woman who you basically made have an anxiety attack," I told her.

"Jay, I'm sorry! Just stop!," she said.

"No, you're not. You never are," I said as I grabbed things off of her dresser and put them in her suitcase.

"Jay, please! You can't put me out! Where am I gonna go?," she asked me.