MISTY

MISTY | 13

MISTY | 13

I woke up and started cleaning up the house, organizing it, I changed around the living room to where it was more spacious, then I made a grocery list and went grocery shopping. I put the groceries up then took out some pork chops, mashed potatoes, and corn out. I was standing over the stove right now talking to America.

"Mhmm girl, I'm talm bout it seemed as if the shit was real as day." I told her about the dream, still not believing it was a dream.

"Well honey ion know what to tell yo' lucid dreaming ass." She said and started to cackle and I laughed right along with her.

"Bitch, shut up, anyways bitch, that nigga put that tongue down and I felt like my soul was snatched baby." I told her with a smile on my face thinking about when he ate me out.

"Shit must be nice, ain got my pussy ate in a long ass time. All Rico ass wanna do is fuck until he get a nut then go to sleep, bitch I got so mad one night I wanted to scream and wake my mama up." She said and we both started laughing.

While I was laughing, Killa walked in the house and slammed the door, then walked straight back into the room. I rolled my eyes and turned off the mashed potatoes.

"Girl, imma call you later, this nigga done walked in the house mad as a bitch." I told her as I put some pepper and salt in the mashed potatoes.

"Alright honey, I'll see you when I see you." She said then I hung up the phone.

I made sure all they stove eyes were off then walked back into the room to see Killa pulling his shirt over his head. I leaned against the door way with my arms crossed.

"Where you been at?" I asked him and he gave me a mean mug.

"You ask the same stupid ass questions, you know where the fuck I been, the trap!" He told me and I rolled my eyes.

"Well damn nigga, the fuck wrong with you?" I asked him taking offense to how he was talking to me.

"Don't fucking worry about it, move." He said as he got up and pushed me out the way walking into the kitchen.

I walked behind him and leaned against the counter as he fixed his plate.

"The fuck you watching me for?" He said, seeming aggravated.

"Look bitch, I don't know who the fuck done pissed in yo cereal but youn gotta take the shit out on me! And I can't get a thank you for cooking?" I yelled at him, getting pissed off because he was being rude as hell.

"Man, you always fucking nagging me and shit, always in my fucking ear with some bullshit, don't nobody wanna hear that shit all the time. Just shut the fuck up sometimes or don't say shit to me when you know I'm mad." He told me as he put some hot sauce on his porkchop.

"You know what? Fuck it, I'm leaving." I told him and walked off.

"Bye!" He yelled after me and I walked into the room.

I slipped out my shorts and tank top and shimmied into a tube dress and my Gucci slides. As I grabbed my phone and wallet, Killa walked in. I dialed America's number and put the phone to my ear.

"Hey, lemme come over there, this nigga tripping." I told her with my phone to my ear.

I tried to walk out the door but was snatched back by my arm.

"Where the fuck you going?" Killa yelled at me and snatched my phone from my ear and threw it across the room.

"Get off of me! I can't stand yo bipolar ass!" I yelled at him as his grip on my arm tightened.