𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚 - 𝐏𝐨𝐩 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 ♫

1.

|| Bashar Jackson / pop smoke 💫 ||
- Brooklyn, New york -

"whatchu' finna get into tonight" tjay asked after passing the blunt to fivio.

"ion know. i'm tryna head out but Bianca here" i sighed.

"you needa get out this relationship" fivio shook his head. "you know youn' like her"

"yea then she gon' burn this damn apartment" i scoffed. "pretty sure she cheatin' too"

"pop!" she yelled from my bedroom.

"ima be back" i stood up making my way to my room. "what"

"come here" she grabbed my hand pulling me into the room before shutting the door. "how long they gon' be here"

"i'm finna head out wit them" i furrowed my eyebrows.

"no the fuck you not. you promised" she crossed her arms.

i wanna punch this bitch ong-

"i'm goin. get out my way, Bianca" i tried to move past her but she wouldn't budge.

"come on! you said you would stay!"

"i ain't say shit!" i groaned. "you needa stop controlling me and let me go the fuck out!"

"fine. i'll go to my other guy's house" she shrugged.

"good. i hope you stay there" i rolled my eyes walking past her and out the door.

i was over staying under her control. i hated everything about our relationship.

the only reason i stayed is because of my daughter .

my daughter's 4 years old. Bianca had her when she was 15 and i was 16.

that's the reason i put up with Bianca. if it wasn't for our daughter, i would've left years ago.

our daughter's name is Kayla rue jackson.

she's not here right now, she wit Bianca's mom. that's the reason i said no to bianca since she isn't here. our relationship is sooo toxic.