𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝟏𝟓

°𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮°

I hate emotions. They're a weakness. Emotions cause  you to act on instinct, to act irrationally. The worse part is they can't be controlled. No one can help the way they feel. Emotions control thoughts, actions, instincts. The control center of the human is not the brain, but emotions which impact the brain.

Right now I'm angry, sad, irritated, disappointed. I conceal my emotions but it's moments like this when I can't. I glare at the tall, lanky boy across from me he stares at me blankly.

" ion know why you mad at me." He says. " that punk ass nigga the one who clocked yo ass."

" but you fucking started it Khailil." I say with furiosity. " it's always fucking you. you get jealous and mad and act like a fucking kid yo. and I hate that I put up with it. today was a good day. everyone was enjoying they self. you know the last time I seen my pops smile and show genuine happiness?"

He just stares.

" I ain't even bout to waste my breathe bruh." I say putting the ice pack over my eye.

" then don't. you shouldn't have fucked that nigga." His voice bouncing off the walls of my room.

I chuckle.

" so you think we fucked?"

" I know y'all did. nobody bout to be sleeping on FaceTime and shit if they ain't fucking."

I try hard to not flip on Khailil but he acting mad dumb.

" tell whoever you getting yo information from to tell you all of it. yeah we slept on the phone a couple times but that's it. if you wasn't such a fucking kid maybe I wouldn't have to sleep on the phone with him, shit I rather it been you." In an instant, I feel all my emotions flow like a river. " since you wanna play me on some stupid shit why was yo car at Chey house the night you left me to handle some business ?"

Silence.

" yeah dumb ass I know that. I let that shit slide though cause I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but I should've known better. you constantly ignore me, give me a attitude for no reason, talk to yo ex more than you talk to me, you don't give a fuck about nobody but yourself Khai." I say, as a single tear falls from my face.

There is a brief silence, I noticed his face soften.

" T-this shit too much for me bruh. I ain't doing this shit no more

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I sit in my dark room and lay in my bed,motionless, staring at the ceiling. I hate life. Sometimes I wonder why I was born, why am I here, why things happen the way they do. I reminisce on the past: how my mother and pops were happy together:how me and Carrington would play for hours: how bossy she was: how on Sunday mornings, mother would cook an extravagant breakfast, just to throw down again for dinner: how they split up: how Carrington left me: how helpless I was: the pain I felt: how I let loneliness consume: how I ended up here.

I feel my phone vibrating in my covers somewhere. I find it and answer it.

" why it so dark?" He asks. He was laying back with a blunt in his hand and a beater on.

" cause."

" let me see yo face." I reach over and turn on the lamp on the nightstand and look at the phone. " I'm sorry." He says looking down.

" you good."

" nah that shit was foul bruh. none of that should've happened especially not today. I'm sorry."

" stop saying that, it's cool. he charged at you anyways." I say looking down.

" y'all talk?"

I nod.

" y'all still together?"

I hesitantly nod.

" I forgave him."

He nods and continues smoking. It's a comfortable silence for a moment, until I catch him staring at me. I don't say anything. I'm use to it. I just stare back.

" you good."

I nod.

" you ain't gotta play hard with me." He say after a while. " I see that shit, I see you."

After he says that I can't control myself. The tears roll down my face rapidly and I can't stop them. All my pain, frustration, anger comes out in the form of those tears. I cry long and hard, I feel like that's all I can do.

" you gotta stop holding that shit in. look at me yo."I lift my head slowly. His eyes red from the weed, mine from tears. " we just met but when you hurting, I'm hurting. And you be hurting all the time so I'm hurting all the time. I fight through my pain and try to help you conquer yours. You a soldier baby, fight like one.

I ain't know what to say. I feel like a fool. I keep going back to the same nigga who keep doing the same stupid shit, when the perfect one been in front me.

" I think I love you bruh." I say through my tears.

He smiles and which makes me smile.

" wait till I give you this pipe. yo ass gone be head over heels then."

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