Bittersweet (COMPLETED)

Tᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ

𝟾 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 (𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛)
𝟷:𝟸𝟹 𝙰.𝙼.
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜

"Otis, I'm really not in the mood-"

"My nigga do I look like I give a fuck?!" He yelled as he closed the front door behind him.

"Okay but you're really about to piss me off and you don't want me to get turnt, I promise you that," I said as I took out my hoop earrings.

"Tell that shit to a mothafucka who care! Cause I'm gon' say what the fuck I got to say regardless!" He yelled.

I threw my earrings at him before yelling, "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO LOUD?! STOP FUCKIN' TALKIN' TO ME LIKE THAT!"

"My nigga did you just throw some fuckin' hoops at me?" He asked.

"Yes! Maybe you should try them the fuck on, 'cause you've been actin' like a bitch all night!" I yelled.

𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...

I sat as Dean poured liquor into my mouth. It was his birthday and of course we had to come show out.

"Bruh chill out," Otis said snatching the bottle.

"Chill out wit' what?" Dean asked.

"You know what," Otis said glaring at him.

Dean rolled his eyes before whispering in my ear, "your boyfriend need to get a drink his damn self."

I laughed before Otis practically yanked me out of my seat and out the club.

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎...

"What?" He said looking at me causing me to feel uneasy.

"I said you've been actin' like a bitch all night," I said lower.

"My nigga you been sittin' there flirtin' wit' Dean all night so what does that make you?!" He yelled.

"I wasn't flirtin' wit' him!" I yelled.

"Yes you were!" He yelled back.

"Fuck you! No I wasn't!" I yelled. "All I did was talk to him and take shots with him like everybody else did-"

"YOU NOT EVERYBODY ELSE!" He yelled cutting me off.

"OKAY WELL IM NOT YOUR FUCKIN' PROPERTY, EITHER!" I yelled.

"WHO THE FUCK IS YOU YELLIN' AT?!" He yelled as he inched closer I inched away.

"WHO THE FUCK ELSE IS IN THE ROOM?!" I yelled as he got in my face.

"I keep fuckin' tellin' you I'm not the mothafucka to be played wit'! Lower yo fuckin' tone when you speakin' to me!" He yelled before I pushed him.

"Get the fuck out my face! Stop talkin' to me like I won't burn this bitch down wit' you and yo ugly ass dog in it!" I yelled.

"Nigga don't put yo fuckin' hands on me!" He yelled getting back in my face.

"GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE!" I screamed before picking up a glass and pouring whatever was in it on him.

He grabbed me and pinned me to the wall by neck.

"Get the fuck offa me!" I yelled before he let me go.

"Thot box ass girl!" He said knocking over some mail that was on the counter.

I took off my shoe and threw it at him. It hit him in the back before he turned around.

"I WILL FUCK YOU UP! DONT CALL ME OUT MY FUCKIN' NAME IS YOU FUCKIN' CRAZY?!" I yelled before grabbing my purse and my shoe. "And don't call my mothafuckin' house until you get the dick out yo mouth! Bitch!" I said before walking out and slamming the door.