𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆 | roddy ricch

𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒

Ashanti 🖤
compton, ca
3:42 pm

6 months later...

"GODDAMNIT RODDY! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING??"

"nigga i do! i just don't get your point..."

"Jesus Christ..." I said rubbing my temple.
"Roddy... We aint us anymore... All we do is fight and fight and fight, and we just keep having angry sex right after. That's literally all we do now!"

This has been going on for 6 months now.
Ever since the death of the baby, Roddy and I ain't been the same.

The first two months were nothing but us depressed. I didn't leave the house and Roddy didn't either. He even stopped making music in that duration. All we did was cry in each other's arms. But as the months went on, we started arguing with each other.

Now we just fight about literally anything.
Fight and Fight. Everyday.
And then we would end up having sex.

I grew to hate our relationship.

"so what are you sayin ashanti?!?"

"I'm not saying anything! I'm just saying maybe we could go to one of them couples therapy things!"

"oh lord." he chuckled, but it wasn't a good chuckle.
"ashanti not everything you see in those stupid magazines work!"

"Well Roddy those stupid magazines helped me when I was depressed! So Im just thinking maybe..."

"maybe what?"

"That maybe if we tried out the couples therapy thing the magazine suggests, then maybe we could save our relationship..."

He rolled his eyes, putting his head on his palms.

"Roddy what's wrong with you? Im trying to save our relationship!"

"nothings wrong with me! it's just funny how you believe that a therapist is gonna fix our relationship."

I laughed in disbelief.
"I'm breaking up with you then."

He looked up at me.
"what?"

I looked at him dead in the eye.
"I'm breaking up with you."

He stood up and towered over me.

"no you ain't."

"Yeah I am Roddy."

"stop fuckin playin with me."
he said grabbing my wrists.

"Let go of me."

"why? you wanna leave me?"

"Just let go of me!"

"you prolly gon go suck another nigga dick huh?"

I looked at him in anger.
"Bitch maybe I will. Maybe that nigga would actually care about m-"

His palms harshly collided with my cheeks, causing me to fall back and hit my head on the wall behind me.

I felt my eyes water as I felt the pain.