Pain's Worth IT

€hapter 4° ~ Can't Get Away

€hapter 4° ~ Can't Get Away from the past

°° Pains Worth IT °°

¤ Qua' sean's POV ¤

I was at home writing down lyrics to a song I had in mind. Every time I get depressed, I start to write then I drink then I sleep too much then I keep bugging Dove for a very good reason. She got to come try and make me feel good by sucking this dick.

Honestly, that don't even help no more, but it helps. I get tired of it, she need some new tricks.

Dove was down in the kitchen fixing me a sandwich as I sat back and relaxed in my man cave. Yeah, I had one of those. Just for me, but it was more like my own recording studio.

I fucking hate that I got forced to go to that dumb ass fashion show. Now I can't get the thought of Midnight out of my head and the thought of her aborting my seed.

Those are the two reasons I was writing and Dove too. She loves drama and I don't know how long I'll be able to support her. She too fucking lazy!!

I looked up as she knocked on the door "It's open"

"I made you a burger instead of a sandwich and I added some fries to the side. And I got you a bottle of water"

"Oh wow. Thanks for your cooperation" I said sarcastically. She can't even follow some damn instructions. She can't make me a sandwich and get me liquor.

"Anything for you baby. Oh and your manager just called off the home phone. He just want to talk to you"

"Aight... bye" I looked at her as I held  my head in my hands.

"Okay" She kissed my cheek "Call me if anything"

After I ate half of that greasy burger and fries, I called Kenton to find out what's up.

He kept it short and simple. All he said was be at the studio before noon or we'd be fired.

I was unsure of what he wanted, but I kind of knew. After our album 360 went platinum and sold about ten million copies, we just fell off.

We got a new studio which was way bigger and we didn't have to rent out no studio space on top of that. Kenton started a second record company using half of the profits, but that didn't help much.

We been slacking. Julian trying to prove a point to his crack head wife and Marquin bum ass to busy filming porno. I swear this nigga don't learn.

I just threw on a black shirt over my wife beater, a gold chain, beanie,some sweats and slides. I didn't have no energy to get out the house, but how else would I be able to keep this lifestyle.

I locked up behind me and headed downstairs. I grabbed the key off the hook and went to find Dove.

"Where you going? You look awful. I think you need rest" she tried to take the keys from me.

I shook my head "Kenton wants all of us at the studio by noon, so I got to go bae" I kissed her and left.

I got to the studio thirty minutes before noon. At least the studio wasn't so far. It was placed in Malibu.

I saw Julian and dapped him. We just walked pass Marquin like he ain't exist.

"You all made it on time. Qua' sean... I'm surprised"

"I'm serious about what I do sir. Even if it means letting one of our men go" I had my hands in my pockets.

"We shall see, but we got some important things I want to talk about with you guys"