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𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥
Malikai swiped through Evelyn's story for the with a sick look on his face.
His stomach was turning and all he could think about was the years prior to this one, where him and Evelyn were happy together.
She didn't care that he was in the streets, she didn't care about him stepping out. She loved him for him and he took it for granted.
He made it to the most recent post, with her and her little family. A son, a boyfriend, a dog? Malikai's grip on the phone tightened and he launched it forward.
It hit the wall with a crunch. He felt a hand on his torso. He looked under him, where Kendra laid naked. She used her warm, manicured hand to caress him but he couldn't get calm. "Bae what's wrong?" She asked.
He huffed, ripping the covers from his naked body. He grabbed his underwear from the night before and stepped into them, walking into the bathroom.
He sat on the toilet, his heads on each side of his head as he shook it to get the image out his mind. He couldn't believe this, it made him physically sick.
He knew he might've mistreated her sometimes, his anger might've caused her to stray away but he was just human and every other girl stayed.
Kendra had been fuckin wit him for years now. Despite the way he treats her, she always runs back. Malikai wished it was Evelyn in his bed instead.
He left the bathroom and put some clothes on before rolling a wood. He needed to get out his feelings.
He rubbed his face before sealing the blunt closed with his spit. He grabbed the nearest lighter and lit it, using his hand to cover the flame.
He took a long drag, sighing as the calming effect hit him. He glanced around the room, seeing Kendra get up and walk towards him. She had a pout on her face.
"You know I don't like you smokin in my apartment." She told him soothingly. She felt something different in his mood, like he was one word away from crashin out.
He waved her off. He didn't care about her or her apartment, when he needed to smoke, he'd smoke. "Mhm." He hummed, directing the smoke down.
He motioned for her to sit on his lap and she cheesed, sitting down on his knee. He rubbed her body, needing to feel something in his hand. "You still talk to Evelyn?" He murmured to her.
She huffed, blowing air out of a small o in her mouth. It'd been a year since Evelyn and Malikai even had a run in with each other, much less a conversation.
