𝐼𝑓 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 33

Trey Latrell Simmons
Los Angeles California
10:56 AM
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"Mariah!"

"What Trey?"

"Where my damn brush at?"

"Check the drawer in the bathroom."

"I did, it ain't there."

"If I find this brush ima beat yo ass." She walked into the bathroom.

She walked in the bathroom and walked out holding the brush. She threw the brush at me. "Bruh that shit hurt."

"Should've looked harder." She walked out the room.

"You lucky because yo ass you pregnant."

"Wouldn't even do shit if I wasn't."

"I would've pushed yo ass and make you fall."

"Push me now."

"You out yo damn mind."

"No I'm really not."

"You just wanna kill my seed, go sit yo ass down somewhere."

"I don't wanna kill he—"

"Wait you know the gender and ain't tell me?"

"I was waiting till we got everybody over later."

"I'm the father of yo child and I ain't know the gender. When you even find out?"

"After y'all left for New York." She looked at the floor.

"And why you ain't tell me when you came to New York?"

"Because you were never with me. You were always out doing whatever the fuck you wanted."

"I was out handling work Mariah."

"What kind of work? Were you fucking other bitches?"

"I ain't even finna entertain yo bullshit."

"You ain't answer the question."

"No, I wasn't fucking nobody. Ion fuck nobody but you, fuck I look like having sex with another woman when I got a whole daughter on the way? I ain't no damn lil boy, i don't do that cheating shit, I'm too grown for that bullshit."

"...."

"Now look yo ass silent, ain't got shit to say now huh? If I'm cheating that ain't setting no damn example for my child. You buggin forreal."

"Ok you made your point Trey."

"Now don't be doing that bullshit, feel like you just be wanting a reason to argue." I walked off.

"Now you doing too much."

"How? Yo ass do be wanting reasons to argue, you wanna argue over the pettiest shit sometimes."