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" Naeomi?" Cameron says sternly as we sit inside of the car, sitting in front of our house.
I keep looking at the tinted dark window, tears running down my face. This nigga is so embarrassing. I dont even know why I'm even staying in the fuck marriage. It hasn't been shit for years. I don't know why I just won't let him go.
" Naeomi you hear me fucking calling you", he says, grabbing my arm roughly .
" Let me go Cameron ", I say, speaking for the first time.
" You hear me fucking talking to you, and you ignoring me, you know I hate that shit", he says, his tone still agressive.
" I do and I really dont give a fuck Cameron", I say to him, glaring at him.
" I dont know why I brought your fat ass with me to this party anyway", he says harshly, referring to Metro booming party.
" So you're gonna go back to this again? After you told me last time you didn't mean it", I ask him, shocked with his words.
" Well I fucking do, I miss when you was skinny, like-"
" like who that bitch at the party you kept drooling over?" I ask him, tears in my eyes.
" Dont, dont be tryna cry like you the victim Naeomi ", he says shaking his head.
" I AM the fucking Victim CAMERON! You think I dont know you be fucking on other hoes behind my back, because you're not fucking me", I yell, hitting the car.
" Dont fucking hit my shit! YOU AIN'T BUY FUCKING CAR!" He yells getting in my face.
" YES THE FUCK I DID! Your fucking music is flopping I'm paying the Bill's in this bitch, as well as buying your clothes and cars!" I yell, pointing in his face.
" I dont gotta deal with this shit", he says laughing, after a moment of silence.
" What are you saying?" I ask him, looking down at my lap.
" I'm leaving", he says, taking the keys out the car.
" And going where? Where the fuck are you gonna go Cameron?" I demand, following him out the car to the house.
" You know where I'm finna go Naeomi ", he says laughing unlocking the door to our home.
" Cameron don't fucking play with me, I know you're not about to do this", I say, becoming emotional again.
" Yeah, I'm going over Kris House", he says.
" Did you just say her fucking name in my house?" I ask him a smile spreading across my face as we stand in the kitchen.
