My Intuition Never Lies

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Meghan || Meg

I was in a deep sleep when I felt the bed sink down beside me. I tapped my phone and the clock read 6:25am. This is the 4th time this week this nigga decided to come in the house whenever the fuck he wanted. I'm so tired of this shit. Instead of picking a fight, I just cuddled up with my blanket and laid there in deep thought. Malik's snores filled my ears before I eventually fell back into a deep slumber.

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Upon waking up, I felt around the bed and noticed it was empty. I was looking around for Malik when I spotted him across the way playing the game.

"Good morning baby, how you sleep?"

I rolled my eyes, how you fucking sleep bitch ass nigga?

Meg shook her head, he was acting like everything was all good, and like he didn't come in this house again at 6 in the morning. Deep down Meg always felt like he was cheating but every time she asked, Malik would deny it just say it was his "work,"and always says she was tripping. Leek's "work" consisted of running 3 strip clubs, and being one of the biggest drug dealers in Louisiana. He had just gotten some new deals going on, so he began to be home less and less. It bothered Meg a lot but she didn't have the heart to tell him that since his work was so important to him.

Meg sighed, "I slept fine Malik. Can I ask why you came in the house at 6 this morning?"

Meg was mugging the back of Malik's lined up head hard, she wanted to pop his shit so bad cause she knew he was about to lie.

"Awe baby, you know I had some shit to handle at work and things just went a little longer then expected."

Lies, lies and more lies. I haven't got him in the act just yet but I knew I would. My intuition never lied.

"oh okay."

Meg crawled out of bed walking towards her shower to clean herself up for the day. She had to go to her shop and handle some business.

Meg was one of the youngest owners in Louisiana, being only 20 and owning one of the best hair salons in the State. She got the idea from her mom, who once owned her own place of business back in the 90s but eventually her mother fell Ill and about 10 years after Meg was born her mother died with cancer. She was left with her drugged out sister, Melissa. Melissa was 24 and all she did was snort coke and shoot up. By the time Meg was 12 she had been doing everything she could to survive, each day was a struggle but she made it through and she is now living successfully with the help of her boyfriend.

After stepping out the shower Meg had noticed Leek left his phone on the bed, unlocked. Curiosity took over and Meg began searching through it. The things she seen disgusted her, "omg," she whispered to herself "I knew it."

Meghan shed a few tears as she read all the disturbing messages and scanned through the nude photos Malik had been parading on his phone. Her heart hurt, although she wanted to know she wish she didn't find out. As she's scrolling she's feels two strong hands grab her by her small waist, she jumped and dropped the phone.

Malik whispered in her ear, "Don't go searching for shit, you might find something you don't like." And with that, he grabbed his phone from Meg and pushed past her, while grabbing the keys for his 2019 Benz. He had more "business" to handle.

"Don't wait up Meghan." The door slammed behind him causing her to jump. Meg wasn't surprised Malik cheated, more so the fact he lied about it. I mean, it's humiliating and it makes her look bad. Malik was attractive, he was tall and his skin was the color of toasted peanuts. Tattoos decorated his smooth skin from the neck down and his hair was sprinkled with dreads. He had real silver all throughout his mouth, definitely looked like your typical hood nigga.

Meghan sighed, she was done with Malik and his shit. She decided to pack her bags and move into the loft she had a few towns over. She was no longer going to tolerate the same shit, she just couldn't.

| several hours later |

Meg arrived to her homey loft. It was small but very modern. She had the newest appliances and expensive furniture. She liked the finer things in life, she enjoyed them since she had to work so hard at a young age to make it out her horrible neighborhood.
She grew up in Baton Rouge, the crime rate was high and she witnessed many deaths before she turned 18. You could walk to the corner store and see 3 dead bodies on the way, it was an epidemic she knew never would change. She ended up moving to the nicest parts of Louisiana. Of course crime still occurred but it wasn't nearly as bad as Baton Rouge.

Meg finally finished bringing in the remainder of her items, she would eventually put everything away but it was going on midnight and she was exhausted. Meghan took her pink wig off her head and placed a bonnet on the cornrows she had underneath. She  needed some rest, so she could get to the shop tomorrow and handle the rest of her business. Her best friend, Bella handled sone things today since she couldn't make it in.

Meg tapped her phone screen and noticed the time, it was now 12:02. She sighed deeply.

"I'm so damn tired."

Meg plugged her phone in and cuddled up in her thick, silk gray comforter before falling into a deep sleep.

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Authors Note 📝
How do yall like Meghan so far? Malik?
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