Paraphernalia.

five

excuse grammatical errors.

bleu

"here." bleu said giving lailah an apple to eat just for the time being. she decided against stopping at a fast food restaurant, instead she cooked up a home cooked meal.

mash potatoes, salsberry steak & string beans.

"thank you." lailah thanked softly.

"so what happened?" bleu interrogated. she wanted to press charges at this point, lailah's face was all torn up.

"i don't really want to talk about it right now. can we talk about this later?" lailah asked.

she was going through a lot. she was just lost at this point. should she leave him? is it even possible to leave him?

kendrick luckily doesn't know bleus address. that is unless lailah told him.. which bleu hopes is not the case.

bleu was going to discuss with lailah later about pressing charges and putting a restraining order on kendrick, she just hoped she was on board.

"im going to call in sick tomorrow so that i can watch after you." from the kitchens point of view bleu could clearly see lailah lying down on the couch biting into her apple.

"no. you can go to work— i'm fine, really." lailah assured her.

"are you sure?" bleu asked while furrowing her eyebrows she held a brown potato in her hand to place in boiling hot water.

she made her mash potatoes from scratch.

"yes i'm sure i'll be fine— you can gon ahead and get that money." she smiled.

•

cory

"shawty you fuckin trippin ." cory said hitting the steering wheel he was trying his hardest not to put his hands on her. Cory wasn't even the type to hit a female, ever, but morgan was different. Morgan sat on the passenger side just jumping her leg up and down to calm her nerves.

"you're not my girl! get that shit through yo thick fucking skull yo." they were currently just sitting outside of her apartment complex he pulled up on her immediately after he returned from cali and told her they needed to talk.

"so you're really not gonna take the shoes i bought you? you don't like them or something? you think that shit was free?" she asked. she felt hot tears running down her cheeks, she couldn't control them.

"why can't you just treat me right huh? i'm not your girl but you want me to fuck you and only you huh? but you're out here running around with that girl while i sit back miserable. you wait days to call or text me and show up out of no where to get pussy. you know what? fuck you." morgan let out while trying to open the door.

cory looked over at her, he couldn't let his only source of vagina go just like that. he had to think of something quick. "look, morgan don't. you know i'm not a relationship type of nigga—."

morgan sniffed then looked over at cory, "i'm listening."

then cory thought about it.

1. she couldn't handle dick.
2. she aggravated him.
3. she was sneaky and deceitful.

cory really just needed to focus on the tasks at hand. He had a business to run and a drug cartel to lead and he was not about to be chasing after no pussy. His fair share of morgan was over and it was time to throw her away.

"you know what— get the fuck up out of my car." he finally said after a moment of silence.

morgan eyes bugged. "wh-what?"