"The fuck wrong with you lil lady?" He asked with that weird ass look on his face. "I do what the fuck I want you not my nigga." I said. Didn't know what I said would hit me back.
I just got out the shower and I got a text from Satan saying to bring his keys up there to the shop, he left em this morning. He couldn't find them so he caught a Uber but I found them when he was already at the shop. I threw on my fit, deodorant and the rest of my freshens. Following that, I put on my lip gloss and proceed to walk to his car. It don't make since to drive mine when he can just drop me back off at the house.
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Walking in the shop I see a whole bunch of niggas, short, tall, light, dark, fine, ugly various niggas waiting to get in the chair and the niggas that are already in. I couldn't find Satan right away but somebody called out to me "Damn ma come here" and my eyes immediately landed on Satan. He didn't look very pleased with me and this nigga should be grateful because I brought his keys but I knew it had something to do with what I was wearing. Ignoring the looks I was sent, I walked over to Satan and handed him his keys turning around prepared to walk to the door but he caught my arm. "Thats it look at the mirror on yo way out." The man that was cutting Satan hair said while he was brushing him off. "Aite." Satan said, holding my arm and patting his pockets for his wallet at the same time. I was still upset with him for the shit he pulled at Ben house, hitting me in my face. I draw the line when that shit start feeling a lil too much like abuse and not putting me in check. Its a fine line there. He paid the man and yanked me as we walked out the door. "Stop fucking pulling on me Satan." I said smartly. This wasn't bout no dick or nothing else. I was getting deadass irritated. "Who the fuck you talking to Brat?" He asked, with a scrunched up face. "Why you pulling on me tho?" I asked with a stupid expression on my face. "Get yo ass in the car before I fuck you up outchea." He said, throwing me in the car. I get in the car and put on my seat belt. "The fuck been up with you?" He asked quietly. "You know what the fuck been up with me Satan so don't even play that shit." I said, patting my head. "Get the fuck out." He said seriously. "What the fuck you mean get out? Nigga what ima walk?" I asked confused. "I ain't finna do the disrespectful shit so before I catch a case, ima need you to get the fuck out my car." He said looking at me. He the one told me to come out here. "So why the fuck you had me come out here? I coulda stayed my ass in the house." I said upset. "Get the fuck out Brat." He said, like it was his last time. I stepped out the car. As he pulled off I yelled, his windows was down so I'm sure he heard me. "FUCK YOU SATAN IM DONE WITH YO ASS ANYWAYS!!" I yelled, walking the other direction, pulling out my phone for an Uber. I'm done with the Toxic shit, even though that shit a turn on for me, I can't keep going back and forth with him. Before I knew it the car reversed back and I started running. I fell over NOTHING. Like DEADASS NOT SHIT WAS THERE. God had me fucked up today. Satan stepped out the car and placed his gun to my head, catching me off guard for a second. "Get back in." He said swiftly. I got back in the car and he locked the doors pulling us into to an alley way where no one can see us. I'm talking bout somewhere you would go if you was tryna get some top from a gta prostitute. He cocked back his glock 19 and put it to my head. This nigga is crazy. "So you done with me Brazille?" He asked seriously. "Satan get the gun off my head and let me talk." I said calmly. "You FUCKING DONE?" He asked again. "No Satan im not going no where please stop fucking yelling at me! Put the gun down!" I yelled nervously. He put the gun down and took out the full clip. I couldn't stop the tears from falling, I've seen a gun plenty of times before. But him almost blowing my brains out my head scared me. I don't want this anymore. "Satan you just fucked up my mental, why would you do that?" I asked wiping my face. "Why everybody leave me Brat? Why nobody want me Brat? HUH? What the fuck is wrong with me? Pops went to jail straight left us, moms ain't want no kids, now you tryna leave. You can't leave Brat THIS SHIT HURT." He yelled angrily. I can see this shit went deeper than what I said, he got his own shit going on in him and I triggered it when I said what I said. I love Satan, did I tell him that? No but I do, I was upset and second guessing us but I can't leave him like everybody else did. He obviously meant to pull the gun on me but had his reasons behind it, he was triggered. "Nothings wrong with you, you not the most perfect person in the world, but you real, you care for me, you don't show it but I see it and despite yo ways, ways that everybody has, you hold down whats yours and anybody would be a fool to leave behind something so real and raw." I said. I reached under the seat and pulled out his "leave the earth" bag what he likes to call it. It has weed, wrapps, some flavored some not and some foreign cigars. I don't smoke but he showed me how to roll, I rolled him a blunt and put it between his lips and lit it. He finished the process. " I'm sorry mamas, I shouldn't of hit you in that pretty ass face of yours as hard as I did, especially without hearing you first. I'm sorry for putting that gun to ya head, you too pretty to be going through the shit that I bring you through. I love you Brazille, thats why I get so crazy. You mine, you belong to me I don't want nobody touching you if it ain't me, and I mean that. You stuck." He said. "And wipe yo face, you too pretty to be crying a river, when I can fly you out to mad oceans of ya choice." He added. He finished smoking up while pulling out the alley way and onto the road, all I could do was sit there and admire this side of him. Damn here I was thinking I was bouta to leave when my emotions say other wise. I wiped my face. "I love you too Satan." I said, reaching for his pants. "Mane you wilding." He said smiling. "Dont get too happy, I just wanted to touch what's mines." I said, smiling back at him. "Is that so." He said turning up the music on the radio. Sapiosexual by Toosii came on. "Ima Sapiosexual we can be flexible baby girl ill make ya mind cum." He sung, matching the song. I don't know how but his voice matched perfectly, he looked good singing along to Toosii. You woulda thought he was Toosii. We sung and vibed our way to the house, everything was chill for moments _________________
Ima end it here kids😒, this the most toxic and ghetto shit ever like wtf💀
But Satan getting soft?
Satan putting his gat to Brats head? Obviously he a lil crazy.
I don't know where I was going with this chapter but it's giving something anyways tho, bye whey baes. Professor Whey dismissedddd 💫
