Gangstress

August 1999 (3)

***Marshall's POV***

I went back home from LA and it honestly helped so much to be back with Kim. I felt like I had been spending way too much time away from home, and I think that was part of the reason why I was getting so hung up on Angel. I needed to be reminded that I was married, and I had a wife that I loved. Paul was right, I was being reckless as fuck by letting my emotions run wild and I needed to put a stop to them. 

Me and Kim were of course still fighting, but it wasn't as bad. It was more so just small little spats here and there about dumb shit like leaving lights on, and not having the laundry done. So it was definitely bearable, that was for sure. 

I had been home for about a week, and I figured if I was to fully get over Angel, I needed to go and patch shit up with Royce. We had still been beefin', and it was really taking a toll on the whole group. I refused to go to parties he was gonna be at, and he had quit Warped Tour half way through, which fucked up the whole set. 

I drove to his house, and I didn't tell him I was coming over. I figured it'd just be better to show up, then he couldn't tell me to go fuck myself. Well he still could, but he'd at least have to do it to my face. 

I pulled up and I saw his car was parked on the street, which I was thankful for. There was of course a chance he wouldn't be home, but he was here. I walked up to his door and knocked on it. A minute later it swung open and I saw him roll his eyes. 

"Fuck ya want, man?" He sounded pissed off. 

"I just wanna apologize, bro. I shouldn't have went off on ya like that." 

"Tryna beat the piss outta me? Ya no fuckin' doubt ya shouldn't have went off on me like that." 

"Can we just be cool? No bitch is worth us beefin' over." 

He sighed. "Yeah, I'm cool brotha. I'm sorry I ain't tell ya. And I'm sorry I tried to hit her up again after ya'll broke up." 

"But ya didn't right?" I asked cautiously. If he did that would open a whole new can of worms. 

"Fuck her once ya'll was done? Hell nah. She ain't even return my call."   

I laughed. "Welcome to the fuckin' club, bro." I dapped him up and he moved to let me inside. "So what the fuck happened with ya'll anyway?" I asked as we walked over to his kitchen table.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Ya gon' get mad?" We both sat down. 

I shook my head. "Nah dawg. I'm over that bitch. She can suck my fuckin' dick for all I care." 

He laughed. "Aight. Well ya introduced us at her studio right?" I nodded. "I had no fuckin' idea ya were into her, first of all. So I got her number somehow, I don't remember who gave it to me, and then when you were doin' ya promotion I called her since we had nothin' to do with you bein' gone." 

I snorted. "Was she pissed ya got her number?" 

His eyes went wide. "Holy fuck was she ever. That chick really ain't like people havin' her number." 

I laughed. "Bro! Tell me about it!" 

"Anyway, we only fucked once, and then I never heard from her again." 

I smiled internally knowing that probably meant he ain't dick her down good enough. "Man, she's such a fuckin' bitch. She really out here thinkin' she can treat dudes like that." 

"Dawg, she's fuckin' ruthless! I ain't know how the fuck ya stayed with her for so long." 

I shrugged. I knew exactly why I stayed with her. She was everything I ever wanted. "I don't know. She's different once ya get to know her, but she's still a fuckin' slut."