||Mr. Lopez||

• Heavy Jealousy •

{Angel's POV}

[I stood by the door, as I heard Robyn moan Mr. August's name loud. Ugh, she sounded disgusting. Why did Chres even want her? He had me, damnit!! I pulled out my phone and looked into the room's window. The shades were down, but I could see him clearly. He wanted that nasty pussy?! What the fuck?! I started to take pictures of them. Shit, he don't wanna listen, I'm gone do what I said I was gone do. I slid down the wall, staring at the pictures. That was supposed to be me, on top of his desk. His head was supposed to be deep between my thighs, not Robyn's. Life ain't supposed to turn out right for her. It seems like every time I put my effort into ruining her life, she just gains more... More appraise. By everybody. Little tears started to river. I couldn't believe I was crying over this nigga that didn't even love me. He never loved me. But, now that I think about it, I never loved him either. I used him. But, it still doesn't feel right. I want him to be mine. All mine. And, honestly, I won't stop at nothing to make that happen. I got up and walked away, only to be pulled back by my hair roughly. A fist met my face as the person whipped my head around, my hair still in their grip. Blood gushed from my lip and my nose. I let out a choked up sob, as I saw Robyn standing in front of me.]

She shook her head, pitying me. "You thought I didn't sew you takin' pictures, how, didn't you? HUH?! DIDN'T YOU?!?!?" She punched me again, harder than before.

I screamed. "Get away from me, Robyn!!!! You always get your way!!!"

Robyn made the wtf face. "What the fuck is you on, Angel? You sound like them white chicks!! Now, get the fuck outta here!!! Oh, wait, I forgot."

[She snatched my phone from my hand. Before I could protest or grab it, she smashed it on the ground. It broke into two pieces. My whole damn phone. She then stomped on the rest of the phone, leaving it in bits of screen and metal.]

"There ya go," she said, happily walking away like nothing happened.

[I got down on my knees and picked up the remaining pieces of my phone. I cried the whole time. How am I gonna explain this to my mother?! Let alone, my father?! Oh, this bitch really has it coming for her. She is so evil. Or, is it me?]