Life with Brockhampton

Chapter Sixteen

on our drive home we turn the corner on the local strip club to pick up ciarán. he texted me about an hour ago asking for a ride.

"uh, greta?.." matt says, his eyes wide open. "what matt?" he then points out the window to the nearest corner. my mouth hung open at the sight of ciarán with what seemed to be the cities local hooker.

"ciarán!" i gasp. his face was glued to the girl beside him. his gaze swiftly met mine, the hooker holding onto his shirt. "uh, hey guys" he says, smearing the lipstick on his cheek, trying to wipe it off. he was obviously very drunk.

the girl then giggles & yells out, "i'm cassadie! i work this corner."
this was cassadie willis, the infamous hooker known throughout LA. How'd ciarán get her? tf?

"y'all can goooooo, i'm fine." ciarán slurred again. Matt slowly pulled the window up and drove off.

neither of us knew what to say.
when we got to the mansion 😋 matt told everyone about ciarán and cassadie.

"damn, didn't think ciarán had it in him." said merlyn. suddenly the sound of crying came over the baby monitor.
"hold on guys." i say half asleep. "k bye babe." matt says chugging yet again another beer, followed with a cigarette right after.

I wanted him to suck my toes but its whatever ig.

After i checked on the babies i went to go to sleep. I walked in the room and slipped. I got up and looked to see what I slipped on so it wouldn't happen again. "What the hell, why is there a condom on my floor?!"
Matt and I haven't slept together since the fourteen-some.

"oh hey girly." i hear a dazed voice from behind me. bertha. "what the fuck are you doing here?!" i swung around.
"just came to finish what i started." she said, leaning against the wall. "...ya know, with matt."