Drunken Mind

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August Pov

I was drunk as fuck coming in the house, and Yn wants to pick an argument with me.

"Why you are always drunk?! You don't do anything to help me around here!"

"Chill out with allat screaming shit!" I gritted my teeth.

"Ole drunk ass makes me sick," Yn mumbled angrily as she pushed me, losing my balance.

"Stop putting yo fucking hands on me, Yn!"

"You ain't gonna do shit but talk shit. You ain't shit but a man who can't keep his shit together. I don't even know why I stay in this fucking relationship with you." She folded her arms while looking at me.

"Yn, you better shut the fuck up and get the hell outta my face."

"You are the worst boyfriend ever." She shot back.

"Get the fuck out if you feeling like that bout me then. Shit, you are annoying as fuck anyway. I got bitches hitting my line every day but I chose to stay with yo loud mouth ass."

"Nigga, you need me that's why."

"Nah, never dat. You need me more than anything."

"Whatever, August. Drunk ass nigga can't even stand up straight."

"But you still with my drunk ass tho. Yo bitch ass is tripping forreal."

"Who are you calling a bitch, huh?!" Yn yelled at me.

"You bitch. You are the only one blowin me right na'."

Yn starts to hit me multiple time cussing me out and screaming then I had enough and pushed her against the wall, holding her throat.

"Yn, get the fuck out of my house, na' before I say something I don't mean."

"Gladly. Ole no good drunk ass nigga." She mumbled as she looked at me in anger.

"It's taking everything in me not to hit you right now but baby girl you are this close to getting a beat down."

"I'm done with you, August. You will never see me again."

"Good, I don't wanna be with you anymore. Shit."

Yn looks at me and she starts to sniffle as she got out of my grip.

"Damn you, August. I have been nothing but good to you but it's good cause I'ma find me a nigga that is worth my time. Bye, August. Forever."

She walks away while grabbing her purse and shit, going to her car.

"Wait, Yn. Hold up." I called out to her.

As soon as I start to catch up to her, she drives away.

"Shit," I mumbled as I kicked the wall then punched it.

I guess this is what I get from speaking with my drunken mind.

~Kiki

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