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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𓁹ᴥ︎︎︎𓁹

𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 25𝐭𝐡, 2020
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"Nigga yo ass stupid as fuck." I said, smiling hard as fuck. "Nah, I'm forreal doe. I wasn't tryna be mean, the shit slipped." He mumbled as I stood up from my seat to look for my phone.

"So you told the nigga he was loose on accident?" I responded, finally finding my phone. "Hell yea, his tongue felt like sandpaper too, lucky ian say shit bout that." He said.

I shook my head and powered my phone on since I cut it off cause I was gettin irritated with messages n shit. "You rude as fuck." I told him, sitting my phone on the floor infront of me once I sat back down.

I watched as messages and missed calls flooded my phone. "Ian rude, I still fucked him though." Vonn said laughing. I looked up at the TV, hearing myself die.

"Damn I'm tryna do somethin n these niggas wanna shoot fo no reason." I said, looking back down at my phone. I picked it up and sat it in my lap, reading some of the messages.

Now he threatenin me n shit. Crazy as fuck. "Why you so quiet?" Vonn asked making me look back up at the TV. "Readin somethin, hol on." I mumbled, scrolling through my notifications.

"Mane what the fuck." I said, frowning my face up and standing up. "Be right back." I told Vonn, taking my earplugs out my ears and grabbing my phone, going to Falls room.

"Fallon." I called out after opening his door. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow. "What?" He said, putting a rubber band in his mouth, brushing Sagiras hair into a ponytail.

I gave him my phone letting him read some of the shit Pharoah sent. He reached back, slapping Sonder on the back of his leg, waking him up.

Why they passin my phone around like its a blunt.

I watched as Fallon put the last ponytail in Sagiras head while talking to Sond. Sonder got up, pulling up his joggers and scratching his head before looking at me.

Ion know why he lookin over here, thats his family member.

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"What kinda dick you got making yo ex so damn crazy over yo uglyass?" Vonn asked as I continued reading the messages.

The bitch sent over 90 and he left 23 voice messages with 36 missed calls. "Ion know but he gettin mad irritatin." I responded, looking at all the threats he sent talkin bout if I get into another relationship he gon kill me and whoever I'm wit.

There was one that pissed me off the most and that was him tryna play the victim n shit. Then he sent some talkin bout how he loves me and some other shit that ain't true.

This my third time blockin him. He either got 4 different phone numbers or 4 different phones he used.

I shook my head, throwing my phone on the bed after cutting the ringer off since he started calling my phone again.

"Might as well fuck him one mo time, blowin up yo shit like that." He said making me smack my lips. "Shut yo ass up, always talkin bout fuckin somebody and whea you at?" I responded, pulling my sweatpants up and licking my lips.

Imma have to buy me some chapstick or somethin.