"She never calls this late at night, no
But I can tell she's been drinking all night long
She sounds upset, I'm asking, "Baby where you at?
I called you earlier but you ain't hit me back"
She's breaking down, I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm screaming, "Who the fuck were you with?"
I grab my keys, "You better tell me where you at"
She said she fucked up but there's no taking it back"
Love You Like Me~ William Singe
They were so unhealthy for each other. And honestly, neither cared.
Royalty was hell bent on get back. Not in the form of of Skies, but in the form of a complete stranger. Brandon could put up with a routine, knowing who it was, but her being somewhere with someone he didn't know, drove him insane.
It was around two thirty in the morning, she woke up in a stranger's bed, so she quietly snuck outside the house. She was lost and scared, she didn't know where she was, and she was drunk as hell. Vision blurry, she drunkenly cried, not knowing where the fuck she was at, cos for starters, she couldn't see. She called her safe haven and even though she was aware they were still mad at each other, she depended on the man.
"Now you wanna return my call? Wow." He answered, suddenly concerned after hearing her let out a small sob. "Baby, what's wrong?" He shot out the bed, standing now.
"Brandon I don't want you to be mad..." she slurred.
That pissed him off, her being irresponsibly drunk in public. He put two and two together.
"What are you- What?" He stammered, tugging his shoes on, "Royalty, mad about what?"
"Don't be mad at me." She whined and slurred, wobbling down a street, holding on the wall. "You fucking hurt my feelings. He made me feel good."
"Royalty," he took a deep breath, preparing to yell as he shot down the steps. "Who the fuck where you with?"
"I'm lost, come get me. Don't be mad." She cried, hiccuping a bit.
"Where the fuck you at? What street?" He yelled, grabbing his keys and heading out the door, slamming it. His roommates all heard that.
"Dawn Drive." She answered, slightly slurred. She still couldn't see, and her head was pounding now.
Speeding to the street she slurred, he had his windows down to use the cool air to calm down.
"This girl is gonna kill me wit the shit she pull." He muttered, seeing the girl holding on a streetlight, a man walking towards her. "Get in the car!" He yelled, her looking at him, squinting her eyes.
"Hey man, don't talk to her like that." The man told, turning to the inebriated woman, "Do you need a ride anywhere? You shouldn't be alone."
"Move! I am her ride." Brandon grabbed Royalty and tugged her to his car, "This the shit you pull? Where the fuck are we even at? The fucking hood? We don't know anybody from here any fucking more."
Tears fell from her eyes, the cool air slightly sobering her up. "I was at the club and... I don't know, this guy... I don't even remember who he was..."
Brandon ran a hand through his hair, turning away for a minute, huffing out some air. "Tell me you ain't go home with dude you don't know... Tell me you didn't do that shit... not to me." He whispered, her breaking down a little more, nodding. "Get in the car." He spat, her doing as she was told.
Silence sat between the two, as he took her home. She was only slightly drunk now, mainly sober.
"I can't do this... You fucked a whole stranger who got God knows what, and had me driving to God knows where cos you don't know how you got there or who he is. Royalty... I love you and you act like you don't give a damn." He had ringed index finger over his top lip, removing it and looking down.
"That hurt what you said a few days ago. It hurt like hell... you had to hurt like those words did, mean it or not." She told, sniffling. It was a low blow, but not one he didn't half expect her to make. She'd always get even.
They sat in silence, him looking at the home, debating whether or not he was gonna kick her ass out, or talk it out. "Whoever he is, he didn't, can't, and won't love you like me."
"That's not even the point. He doesn't even compare to you. I didn't even come." She brushed off.
"No, the point is, is that you did something you knew I hated just to spite me. You don't even like unknown dick." Brandon fought, turning to her with a scowl.
"And you started dating Magenta knowing it would hurt me and then told me how you only see me cos I'm easy!" She spat.
"Get the fuck out my car." He seethed, her looking at him with a hurt and tired expression.
"See this that same shit, this is that same shit. Stop fucking with my feelings and I won't fuck with yours!" She told, him scoffing in disbelief.
"When was the last time you told me that you love me? I'm always buying shit and coming over here, doing shit for you. I always tell you I love you, even when you piss me the hell off, cos I do." Brandon's tone was so serious and clear, Royalty sat back and listened to his words. "I love you more than Maggie. But I don't trust you and this is one of the main reasons why I can't be with you... you spiteful as hell."
Royalty sat there, analyzing her situation. She wasn't sure if he was ever gonna see the shit he pulled on her. "You love seeing shit from your angle. Your head is so far up yo own ass, I wonder if you can even try to remove it. The day after I told you I loved you back for the first time, you got with Marcella. The last time I told you I loved you, you told me she could be pregnant, the one time before that, you broke up with me. I told myself, I would never tell you that again, cos every single time I do, you do some traumatic shit. Not to mention, when we had a pregnancy scare. If Marie was really pregnant, we would be having a baby at the same time. Truth is... you deserve the shit I do to you out of spite."
The two looked at each. He took his keys out the car and they both went to her front door. Standing there in silence, he locked his car and the two went inside.
