Pain Part 3

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Drake p.o.v

Running the stair i bust into our room and right there tyga was sleeping....Tyga get up I yell....tyga you got to count of 3 to get out of the bed...1....2....that weird usally when i get to 2 he stop what he doing and listen to me...well i give him a change ...walking to floor of the bed i grab him by his ankle and pull him out of the bed. Which wake him up..

Tyga: * scream* Drake that hurt....my stomach still hurt from 

Drake: * kick tyga* SHUT UP! 

Tyga: * scream* Im sorry...

Drake: You better be...get downstair...NOW..

Tyga: I hate you...

Drake: What? 

Tyga: ....* get up in go downstair* 

Drake: * laugh* That what i though...

Tyga p.o.v

I fucking hate him! Sometimes i wish he just go away...forever...but that would mean Jameson would disappear....i think..but back to what i doing.. why do i have to go downstairs? Sometimes i think drake just fucking with me...

Drake: Tyga...

Tyga: ( Great) Yes?

Drake: Come here

Tyga: *walk over to drake* Yes?

Drake: * Punch him in the stomach* 

Tyga: * scream* Drake it still...hurts..

Drake: * laugh* I know...now go clean the kitchen..

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