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Yara pulled her fiery locs back into a ponytail to get a clearer view of her face. The girl brought her fingers up to her sore cheek, the redness matching the same color of her hair. She would flinch at the tender spot and move her hands away. The girl reached for the small box of bandaids and wrapped them around her thumbs and middle fingers.
She sighed and took her hair back out from the ponytail, letting her locs fall back down over her shoulders and past her waist. Yara stared at herself in the mirror and she had a tired look on her face like she hadn't slept at all when all she does is sleep in to avoid the day-or Kevin. The bags under her eyes were large and her milky eyes turned red like blood. She wore a grey hoodie and grey joggers to match. Yara was so tired that she didn't even feel like putting on her lashes and doing her makeup like she usually did.
The phone vibrated loudly against the marble counter of the vanity and lit up. A familiar phone number popped up. She wanted to answer it but she just let it ring.
"Why the fuck does all ya clothes smell like weed?" Kevin yelled from the other room. Yara let out a sigh, annoyed at the constant yelling Kevin had been doing. It was getting old and at this point she wasn't even phased. Immediately after, the male bursted into the room.
"I know you heard me talkin' to you." He glared at her as he loomed over her shoulders. Yara would only look back at him through the mirror. "Imma ask you again; why does ya shit smell like weed?"
"You act like I'm not around you almost twenty four seven. You got all that shit stinking up the house and whatever. Then you act like I don't smoke. You been stressing me out all fuckin' week." Yara snapped back. Kevin's eye would twitch and he frowned.
"Tell me exactly how the fuck I been stressing you out, 'cus ion get that shit at all. You don't do shit but sleep around and you go to work when you feel like it. You worried about that lil ass boy you was fuckin' wit before? The only nigga you should be worrying about is me."
"Kevin, bro please just leave me alone 'cus you really buggin' out for no reason at all. Like, that shit really got me confused. Go on about ya day." Yara grabbed her phone and shoulder checked Kevin, sending him back a bit as she made her way out of the room and downstairs. Kevin continued to holler and yell behind her, following her down the stairs while she listened in silence. The more she ignored him, the louder he got. Kevin would attempt to grab her but she parried him, making a loud smack noise that echoed throughout the room. Their eyes locked on to each other, both on fire with anger.
