P.O.V: India
*1 month Later*
"india..., bitch!" T said trying to get my attention
"hm?" I mumbled
"you been noticing how the guys been moving lately?" She asked
"no" I lied
I have mainly durk, everytime im around him and he's on his phone. If i get to close he flinches, when im too far he sneaks glances my way every millisecond. I think he might actually be tired of me
'no he not bitch you think too much' a voice in my head said
'she got anxiety ho, its the only way we can think!' the other voice in my head says
"forreal? they haven't asked to hang out in a while, or studio time. Even Tjay hasn't asked" she says with her eyes wide
"im hitting a new level of not giving a fuck and its honestly inspiring" I say to her
sometimes I can't help the way I speak to people, it just comes out
"my fault, but uh how's therapy going?"
"its...okay i guess, im thinking of forgiving von and fivio completly and just letting everything go" she shrugs
"no" i say bluntly
"no?"
"yea...NO! honestly TT stop being so forgiving! people know exactly what they be doing and you constantly forgiving them is gonna make them take advantage of you"
"but my ther-"
"fuck yo therapist" i say cutting her off, "you just need to understand that you don't need to forgive and forget"
"okay okay" she said putting her hands up in surrender
"they knew what they were doing, they knew it would hurt you yet that didn't stop them" I explained to her, "what happened to you focusing on your career? at least get a nomination for a fucking Grammy and then you can focus on men"
"you right"
"i know i am" i said shrugging my shoulders
im tired of being the mommy of the group shit willow is just fucking enough
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POV: Royal T
After spending HOURS at India's house talking about forgiveness and Willow, I had to wrestle her just to get out her fucking house
I was driving home and I felt weird, I had this unsettling feeling in my stomach and the vibe was off. I stopped at a red light and my phone started ringing
"shit" I said to myself, I dug in my purse and saw it was Von
"fuck that" i declined it and kept driving home
When I got to the door of my house I still had that weird feeling, I pulled my gun out from my purse and prayed that whoever was in there didn't get extremely hurt by me. This is what happens when you get home at 12 in the morning
I unlocked the door and went inside, so far so good
I heard a noise from my living, a theme song, I know I didn't leave the TV on this morning "is this nigga watching The fresh prince in my house?" i whispered to myself
I went into my living room and saw a dark figure watching TV
"Get yo bitch ass out my house" i said, making my voice deeper, so hopefully they wouldn't recognize me
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