Part 7

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To bad for the bitch that opened the door. Off first instinct I slapped her across the face with my pistol. I came full force as I latched onto Lacey's hair and pulled her across the back of the couch. I hit her across the head with the butt of the gun. I don't know where all my strength came from, but I was like Hercules as I threw Lacey back and forth across that living room. She tried to fight back but she was no match for these hands.

I noticed Haze trying to duck for cover and I let go of Lacey and ran to him

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I noticed Haze trying to duck for cover and I let go of Lacey and ran to him. I cocked my pistol and pointed it straight at his dome. He knew how crazy I was when I get mad, I don't know why he even tried it. "So, you pillow talking with bitches now?" I screamed as I held the gun to his temple.  "Baby please it's not like that. I can explain." Haze answered in a pleading voice. He looked completely like he didnt already know I would act this way. "I don't need an explanation Haze. I knew the consequences of this shit when I invited this bitch in our bed. But you couldn't just fuck the bitch an send her on about her merry way, could you?"  I couldn't even be mad at him for cheating I couldn't base my anger off that, because I knew who dick I had just jumped up off a few hours before. It was the principle.  I walked over to Lacey and watched as blood dripped from her face, and she tried to crawl down her hallway to get away. I grabbed her by her hair once more and punched her in the eye. "Every time you look in the mirror at these scars remember me bitch. Understand that I will come for you the next time you fix your fingers to text my phone. I am not the one to be fucked with Haze should have told you about me since he told you everything else." Haze tried to call after me as I was about to walk out the door, but I cut him off. 

"Help your bitch off the floor, fuck her again do what you got to do, and I'll see you at home

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"Help your bitch off the floor, fuck her again do what you got to do, and I'll see you at home." Now I know what you guys maybe thinking. Why would I even want him back.  Truth is I don't want to hurt him physically I wouldn't get any satisfaction out of that. I want to hurt him emotionally break him down help him understand how it feels to be broken the way he broke me. I didn't know exactly how yet but it's coming. I ran out the apartment and jumped in my truck and sped off. As soon as I made a right turn on Merrill road, I heard sirens in my rear view. 

"This bitch must have called the police

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"This bitch must have called the police." I said to myself. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and lit me a Newport. I smirked a little because I knew I was going to jail. But it was worth it.

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