Where My Things? Part 2

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August P.O.V.

Seeing Chris walk through the door give me hope that he remember me remember that we was once a couple...but all that went down the Shit hole when he open his mouth

Chris:  Where my stuff at August?

August:  What?

Chris:  Where is my stuff at?  Are you deaf or something?

August:  First of all you don't come in my

Chris:  Ugh! Look I don't have time for your shit just tell me where my stuff at that I can leave

August:  I'm not telling you where your stuff at...

Chris:  August just tell me

August:  No..

Chris:  How did I ever go out with you? 

August:  what the fuck that support to mean?

Chris: like what in the hell did I see in you? I mean sure you are pretty cute but your attitude is so fucking annoying like.. you act like a freaking kid all the time..

August:  I act like a kid? O wow you have alot of nerves saying I act like a kid..

Chris:  Where my stuff.. please just tell me that I can go..

August:  I said no..

Chris:  August you are so fucking annoying. I just going to search for my stuff Thank you very much

August:  I wish you would...

Before I could say another word he walk right by me up to our bedroom and start going in the closet

August:  excuse you sir but I think that I going to call the cops

Chris:  And tell them what? My ex boyfriend is here taking his stuff back?

August:  Chris just get out before I kick your ass again...

Chris:  First of all you never kick my ass.

August:  chris just leave please...

Chris:  I'm when I get my things..

Walking over to him I took his bag and throw it out the window...

Chris P.O.V.

Seeing him throwing the bag out of the window putting him on the first I got on top of him and look into his eye I got light head I start saying things that I have no idea I have inside of me

August:  Get the fuck off me Chris I warning you

Chris:  A-august I love you..

August:  What?

Chris:  I think

Just like that the memory came and went by like nothing. Standing up my angry return.

August:  Chris?

Chris:  I fucking hate you August I never ever went to see you again
.Walking away I got in my car and drove off.

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