Ours For The Taking

chapter 15: going off.

(NEXT DAY, SAFAREE'S POV)

Nicki is going crazy. I'm like her personal slave. But I'm scared to say no to her. I don't want to piss her off.

(NICKI'S POV)

I'm sitting in the studio, just thinking. I have like 9 songs writen for that cheater. Your Love, Highschool, Anaconda, Fire burns, Only, Pills N potions, Save Me, Bed of Lies and my verse on Touchin, Lovin. Yep, 9 songs. And more on The Pinkprint, but I can't tell you about that yet.

It's crazy..because 3 of those songs listed were about him doing me wrong. I can probably think of more if I try.

"Nicki, I made you lunch."

I turned to see Safaree. "Thanks." I take the plate with a sandwich that he handed me. "Can I please just explain myse-"

"Out." I cut him off and he left. "You know what? No."

I turned back around and he walked toward me. He took the plate from me."Nigga what're you doing! Give me that back!" I yell. "No. I'm not going to let you sit there and disrespect me."

"I'm disrespecting you? You cheated on me."

"You don't even know what the fuck happened so don't accuse me of that shit! You can make your own sandwhich." He left with the plate.

I got up and ran upstairs, slamming the door to the bedroom.

I laid in bed for a couple hours, until my anger faded. But I still can't go talk to him, it's just not how it works.

Suddenly, the door opened about a foot and Safaree's hand popped in with the plate, with the sandwhich. He set it down on the table right inside the door, and left.

"Safaree get back in here." I sigh. He opened the door and came in. I patted the bed space next to me and he came to sit down.

"What the fuck are you thinking Safaree? You cheated on me? ME? Nicki Minaj?"

He laughed and shook his head. "That's what's wrong with you. You have a big head. Oh! I'm Nicki Minaj and I'm better that everyone and their mom because I'm Nicki FUCKING Minaj! No! That's not how life works! You aren't better than that homeless man on Hollywood Avenue, Nic. Welcome to the real world princess, because nobody, expecially not me, will be a slave for you while you sit on your ass all day and count your 40 million dollars. We been together all this time and you still don't get it, do you? Oh shit! Go ahead! Yell at me, throw me out! I don't give a fuck because I'd rather live on the streets than be slapped around by you! You can shade me and exclude me from things all you want, but I'm not going to sit here and be acussed of shit I didn't do." He screamed at me.

I sat in shock.

He never goes off on me like that.

He got up off the bed. Before he walked out, he shoved the plate with the sandwhich off the table and to the ground. I watched the plate shadder as the sandwhich contents fell out of the bread.

"Enjoy your fucking sandwhich." He said, and slammed the door.

I swallowed the knot in my throat and blinked my tears back.

I guess this really is the end for us.

After everything.

After 10 fucking years and it's all crashing down, slowly but surely.

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