I wake up to the blaring of my alarm clock on my iPhone XR. I cut off my alarm and sit up and let out a nice, deep stretch. I go to the bathroom and take care of my morning hygiene. When I'm done, I go and grab my tray as well as my velvet bag that has my weed, backwoods, and lighter in it and walk to the patio. I sit on the couch of the patio and take out my weed and a backwood. I sit the tray on my lap and begin to roll my blunt. When I'm done, I take the lighter and light it. I take a long drag, hold it for a few seconds, and exhale. I grab my phone that is sitting next to me, and I text my best friend, Samara, mentally preparing myself to give her the rundown of yesterday's events.
(To:) MYBestBitchhh👯♀️❤️💪🏾: Bitcccchhhhhhhhhhh do I have some fucking tea for you! Text me when you wake up bitchhhhhhhhh!!
(Incoming facetime:) MYBestBitchhh👯♀️❤️💪🏾: "Bitchhhhhhh what the fuck happened? Who ass I'm beating today?"
"I know how much you hate Xavier, so you should know Xavier and I are done."
"As happy as I am to know that the fuck nigga is gone, that doesn't make me feel good. What happened Di? I know you, and y'all didn't just call off a wedding. This is the only man you've ever loved. Talk to me."
When she said that, all of the hurt that I had been bottling up came crashing like water through a broken dam. Tears started to spill and I even started ugly sobbing — which turned into choking because I was still smoking my wood.
"Aw it's okay baby tell me what happened so I can know exactly how to kill him."
Leave it to Samara to make me crack a smile when I feel like my world is falling apart. I explained everything that happened and by the time I was finished Samara was already in a black hoodie and biker shorts with her black timberlands and a head scarf on, rubbing vaseline on her face. "Get yo ass up bitch we bout to go fuck some shit up!"
I sighed, and re-lit my blunt and sighed, "Samara, no. We're not gonna fuck up a damn thing we're going to let them be happy and move on."
"What the fuck? Bitch, fuck that! What happened to my savage ass best friend? The one that used to have bitches shaking in their boots! Who the fuck is this pussy? You got some bitch in the house that YOU worked for enjoying the fruits of YOUR labor? Oh fuckkkkkk no baby get yo ass up and we finna go beat her ass or I'm coming to beat yo ass! PICK ONE!"
"Sama-"
"BITCH I SAID PICK ONE!"
"FIRST OFF BITCH WATCH WHO THE FUCK YOU YELLING AT BITCH. I aint no pussahh hoe bitch! We can go ones after I beat that bitch ass! Now I'll be ready in 15 minutes fuck you mean!"
"I'll be there in 5 bitch. I missed yo savage ass."
See, I've been doing good with laying low and staying out of trouble, but my best friend obviously was ready to awaken the beast. Mothafuckas gone stop taking my kindness for weakness. Who the fuck was I trying to be the bigger person? Psh, ima make bitches feel me today.
I threw on some black Nike leggings, my black Airforce 1s, a black Nike hoodie, and rubbed some vaseline on my face. By the time I finished with that, Samara was in the hallway making beats on my door. I jogged over to the door and snatched it open.
"Damn bitch get me kicked out why don't you."
"Whatever, bitch. You ready?"
"Let me tie my hair up and I'll be ready." I threw my hair into a messy bun and tied my headscarf around my head. "Alright bitch let's roll. Who car?"
"Now you know my car is the getaway vehicle," Samara said. We both started cracking up because it was true — Samara's car got us out of there every single time. We walked to her cute little white 2003 BMW M3 with pink plates and interior. We both got in the car and she looked for a song to play before cranking up and pulling off. Knowing Samara, she was about to play some shit to hype us up.
"I'm gonna check the security cameras to make sure they're gone," I say before we pull off. As I look on the cameras, low and behold I see Xavier packing up his little perfect family in their car getting ready to go who the fuck cares. I give Samara a thumbs up and she cranks up and pulls off. After I watch them drive off, I call the security company and disable the cameras, alarm system, the gate to enter the property, every damn thing since the shit is in my name. At this point we're already parked in front of the house — because I made it a point to buy a house and land that was gated around like the celebrities — and we're getting out the car. I lead Samara through the backyard. We both put on our gloves and walk into the house because of course knowing Xavier he never locks the sliding door. We walk to the garage door and I grab a steel bat while Samara grabs one of the steel clubs. Thankfully, the neighbors don't live close enough to hear what's about to go down. We look at each other and nod and start smashing everything, in every room. We smashed every appliance, piece of furniture, wall, you name it. The only room we left untouched was the boy's because children are innocent. We even smashed the glass sliding doors and all of the windows. We gracefully put the bat and golf club back and ran back to Samara's car and pulled THE FUCK off!
We drove to the nearest Coldstone Creamery and went inside. After ordering our favorite ice creams, Cookies 'N Cream for Samara and Butter Pecan for me, we just ate in silence for a couple minutes before we both just bust out laughing.
"Bitchhhhhh this is like 12th grade all over," Samara managed out in between fits of laughter.
"I know right," is what I attempted before choking on my spoonful of ice cream, making us both laugh some more. After we calmed down, we carried on a normal conversation about our plans in our lives moving forward. After finishing our ice cream, Samara drove me back to the hotel.
"Bye girl, I'm due a nap," I said as I hugged my bestfriend.
"Mmmm girl I feel ya on that one I'll call you when I wake up."
"Roger that bitch," I said before slamming the door and walking inside. After I got inside I instantly walked to the bathroom and cut the hot water for the shower on. I stripped and jumped in, lathering up my loofa and washing away all of the sweat I accumulated from my "work out." I let the hot water relax my now-tense muscles. I did a quick co-wash of my hair and cut the shower off. I grabbed my towel and dried off my upper body, followed by my legs and lastly my feet. As I dried off each foot I stepped into my fuzzy Ugg slippers and I grabbed my pink fluffy robe that was hanging on the door. At this point, I was so tired and it was only 4 PM. I jumped into the bed, snuggled into the covers, and embraced a peaceful sleep.
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The King of Diamond
General FictionDiamond is a young, ambitious entrepreneur. Things haven't always been glitz and glam for her, though. Growing up in the hood, she had to get it out the mud to survive. With a lot of hard work, she was able to earn the life she wanted. At just the a...
