Screw Me Over ✔️

Tiffany

Happy Thirsty Thursday, folks!

I decided to skip the questions today because this is another chapter that is actually pretty serious to me. If you are triggered by this whole black lives matter movement or any racial situation, I advise you not to read this but it's sad if you can't.

This is only one of my ways of bringing light to a dark situation. This is not just an American issue, but an issue all over the world. Enough is enough. Please make sure you gain knowledge about the situation at hand, you share that knowledge (knowledge and information are two different things) with others who need it, and share it with no hate in your heart. No frustration or anger. Because that's the last thing we need in a time like this.

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this book!

Friends come and go, but best friends come right back to slap ya in the face. 🤭 oops!

You may continue! 💜🤫
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Fuck every last one of those whores. I hope they shove a large ball of mismatched socks in their throats, especially that Spanish-speaking gruel who thinks she knows everything about this country. She only wishes.

They're all uneducated and feel entitled to tell me how I feel. Like how dare these hillbillies blame my anger on me not being able to hear from the little chump that fucked me in the car at our beach house then left me? He wasn't even the problem and they were stupid enough to seriously believe that was the problem. I could care less about that sound-fixing blowhard.

I went to church one Sunday to try and face my fear of the hypocritical house of the Lord and this fool wasn't even there. Not that I was there to see him or whatever, but it would have been nice if he was. Just so he could explain why the hell he left me after we did it doggy style in his truck. Left me there like a damn dog outside being forgotten.

He had to be conceited thinking that I was attending the church just to see him. That was only the second time I've been there and my time there wasn't as...sanctified as the time before that. Going to church wasn't about him. It was about me getting back to my old self. Church was part of that despite the gossip girls and the horny old men eyeing the young adult females. Super creepy.

What the hell do people find so wrong with me? Why do people seem to run away, hate, or even have a problem with me? There's nothing wrong with me and that's why many people look up to me. A part of me wants to believe that many people were just jealous of me. A small part of me wants to believe that it was actually a 'me' problem....but that side didn't show much.

Hanging my clothes up and finishing my laundry, I put my basket in my closet and heard my door fly open. It shocked me so much so that my head popped out from the closet to see who the trifling bitch that busted into my room was. Once my eyes landed on the roommate, I was hit with a heavy backhand across my perfect face and my fragile body fell to the floor. The sting from my right cheek alarmed me that this was definitely going to leave a mark on my face. Damn it! Why do I live with these wild monkeys?!

Fury burned through my irises as I made my way back up on my feet. I bet you all think it was Jess that took a swing at me.

"Bitch, let me-"

"DON'T EVEN START! Let me tell YOU something. Sit the hell down because this is going to take a while," Rena demanded loudly as she pointed at my bed for me to take a seat on my bed. Where in the world did her madness come from? Who made her mad?

Rolling my eyes at the arrogant live action of Flubber, I opened my lips with "You must have forgotten who's room you're in."

"If you don't want another slap against that caked-up face of yours or to be dragged across this carpet by your overly brushed hair, I suggest you zip it, lock it, and put it in your damn pocket!"