"BITCH GET UP, GET THE FUCK UP BITCH" I tried to do as the black figure said but a kick to the stomach laid me back flat out on to the floor.
"S..st...stop" I meant for my voice to come off powerful and affirmative but the words came out weak and broken.
" I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UPP" another kick that made me gasp for air it felt so real as I gasp for air. I looked up at the black figure squinting my eyes making the face clearer to me.
" yo...You're supposed to love me." The tears streamed down my face. The angry figure picked me up and rushed me to a door and threw me. I was now falling and falling tears streaming down my face blood filling my lungs until I became far to close to the ground and then...
" AHHHHHHHHH" I woke up gasping for air with sweat all over my body. I haven't had one of those dreams ... nightmares in a while. This one felt different from all the others... it was like it was literally happening in real life. I don't know I'm just happy it's over and don't want to have another.
I calmed my heart rate and left my bed to grab bottle of water out the fridge, that good ole Fiji, and Engulfed that shit in one breath. It was still dark outside but I def didn't want to go back to sleep at the moment. I was either gonna do more orders and check inventory or chill. I'd rather keep my mind bush then suck in my own thought so I chose to get to work. Before I could take a step to my work room I heard a faint knock at my door and went to open it.
" Hey baby" It was Bacari with a big ass smile and a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates in his hands. After a whole week this nigga wanted to show up barring gifts and shit. One bad thing after another damn.
"What the fuck do you want Bacari" I'm so sick of his shit right now.
" I came to see my girl, I can't come to see my girl." He brushes pass me and out his gifts on the counter.
" when the fuck did I become your girl you single right" I said with arms crossed. He was not bout to come back in here thinking everything was peaches and cream. This Georgia but it ain't sweet. He grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him.
" boy get tf on" he starting kissing on my shoulders to my neck up to my lips.
" girl come mere" He knew my soft spots and what made me forget my train of thought. Ughh I fucking hate when he do this.
He continued going at my neck sucking and kissing on it. I knew when he was done I def would have a few hickeys.
"Bacari" I tried saying but I moaned out instead. I could feel his lips curve into a smell as he continued to go at my neck until picking me up and lifting me into the kitchen island. His kisses traveled down my breast to my stomach, his hands moving fast to my bottoms then his lips following and then he went at his plate.
I grabbed his head pulling at his hair. He looked up at me and smiled as he continued. This nigga def knew wtf he was doing getting all this started.
He then stopped for a minute and I prepared for impact then boom there it was. Least to say we took it to my bedroom.
***
When we got done Bacari laid out in my bed like he just did a 10k run. I got up taking the comforter with me wrapped around my body and headed to the bathroom. I started the shower and opened my medicine cabinet pulling out the emergency plan b I kept in handy I ain't want no babies.
Once I got out the shower and went back to my bedroom I could tell Bacari was upset about something. He was sitting at the edge of my bed looking robbing his hands together and cracking his knuckles. This nigga Bipolar. Ignoring his change in attitude I made my way to my closet picking out something cute yet simple to start my day off. Once that was figured out I turned around to grab my phone and check orders and order updates... but my phone wasn't there.
" so who tf is Jeremiah." It's like he knew wtf I was looking for. This nigga really went through my phone . Something I never do no matter how many times I could I don't.
" why tf you got my phone." I went over to snatch it from him but he yanked his hand back and stood up"
" Why you texting other niggas, being in the phone with them for fucking hours"
" it's not even..."
" You fucking this nigga." He said cutting me off.
" I mean you were single so I was single" It wasn't even nothing serious going on but he could have his little thing going on and expect me to wait for him. Fuck that.
" SO YOU FUCKING THE NIGGA" He said throwing my phone at the wall breaking it into pieces.
" IM NOT EVEN FUCKING NAN NIGGA WTF WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT"
"Mannn fuck you." He stormed out the room slamming both my bedroom door than following with my apartment floor. Niggas was really crazy I have one little friendly conversation with another male while he out fucking bitches and he the victim crazy.
***
Chy was capping talm bout everything ain't peaches 🍑 and cream. Then got that work .🌚
There goes Bacari reaction.
Why would he even go through her phone🙄 she don't go through his just sad. He such a hypocrite.
