Ch. 27

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                                                         Memphis, TN
                                          
Key's POV

                                                         Memphis, TN                                           Key's POV

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We had been back home for a few hours now, and Bre was blowing up my phone. I told ha was finna head over to her crib, but she said she wasn't home. So, she dropped her location so I could pull up.

When I arrived to the location it was a hotel. I shook my head as I parked my car, and asked her what room she was in. As I walked in the the hotel and walked over to the elevators she told me room 26 on the 2nd floor.

I got on the elevator, and got off on the second floor. Once I made it to the room before I could even knock she answered the door.

" Bout time what took you so long to get here?" Bre asked as she stepped aside to let me in.

" I had other important shit to do." I said in a rude tone.

" More important than this?" She asked as she dropped her robe revealing her naked body.

She began to walk towards me, and started running her hands down my body. She began to kiss me on my neck, but I pushed her off of me.

" What the fuck Glock?" She said irritated.

" Put yo damn robe back on." I said as I picked it up off the floor and threw it at her.

She did as she was told, and stand there looking at me with her arms crossed.

" I just came here to tell you I'm done fucking on you. Don't text me, call me, or FaceTime me nun of that. I'm with Cali now, so all this shit dead."

" Oh, so you really fucking that bitch?" She laughed.

" Aye watch yo mouth! Don't ever call ha out ha name." I said pointing at her.

" What is it about her that'll make you just forget everything I did for you? When yo momma was locked up who was there for you? Me! Who rode with you to go make serves in the middle of the night? Me! When you was in jail who bailed you out? Me! When you didn't have money to feed yourself who made sure you ate? ME! All of a sudden you meet her, and you just switch up on me like I haven't been down for you when you didn't have shit. And now since you up and having shit, it's fuck me all of a sudden." Bre yelled.

" You right you did, and I'ma always appreciate that shit. But let's not act like you ain't never did wrong by me either Bre." I snapped back.

Everything Bre said was true. She was there fa me when my momma was in jail, she bailed me outta jail, and she made sure I was straight. I would always be grateful fa the shit she did, but she seems to always forget about the fucked up shit she did too.

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