NBA/NFL/NCAA IMAGINES

Limit(Ben Simmons)

"I AM TIRED OF THIS SHIT BEN! YOU ALWAYS FUCKING UP! AND I ALWAYS TAKE YOU BACK! I AM FUCKING DONE!" I yelled storming off

"NO THE FUCK YOU NOT! GET YA ASS BACK HERE!" He yelled grabbing my arm

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"

"Y/N!BABY I AM SORRY!" He yelled

"FUCK YOUR SORRY! I WAS SITTING ON GOOD BEHAVIOR, GIVING BACK TO THE COMMUNITY, GOING BACK TO CHURCH PRAISING THE LORD, THEN YOUR BITCH COMES BACK FUCKING SHIT UP! FOR THE THIRD DAMN TIME! I AM DONE WITH CHANCE NIGGA! SQUARE THE FUCK UP NIGGA! I ALREADY TOLD YOU THE NEXT NIGGA TO FUCK WITH MY FUCKING HEART IS GONE CATCH THESE HAND! I AM TIRED OF BEING USED AND ABUSE BY YOU! I NEED YOU TO RUN THOSE HANDS!" I yelled snatching my earrings and rings off

"Y/N YOU CAN NOT BE SERIOUS!" He yelled

"DEADASS!" I said taking my shoes off

He just stared at me. I stared at him. We had a moment before I started charging at him. His eyes got huge as he started running away from me. He trapped me in a corner, putting me in a bear hug.

"I am tired Benjamin, I am tired. I reached my limit." I cried as I felt my knees go weak

"I know baby, I know." He said pulling me to the floor rocking me back and forth

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Ben's pov

Later that night

It is about two in the morning and I felt around the bed for Y/N and she wasn't there. I got scared and jumped out the bed.

"Y/N!" I yelled many times

I got no answer. I saw our curtains blowing.

'Who left the balcony door open?' I thought

"Y/N? Are you out here?" I asked walking closer to the window

I walked out onto the balcony and my whole life flashed before my eyes.

There she was laying in a chair, lifeless, bottle of Hennessy and a thing of xans and sleep aids by her side. 

Tears filled my eyes as I ran my hand over her lifeless face.

"My baby!" I yelled bringing her in my arms

"Why?! Why did you do this to me?!" I yelled causing my neighbors to come outside

I held her tight and close rocking back and forth.

"Someone help me! Someone please!" I cried laying my head on her chest

I looked around and saw people recording and calling for help, but I saw a note on the floor. I laid her down gently picking the note up.

Dear Benjamin, my love

So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you've killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted. Most bomb p*ssy who, because of me, sleep evaded. Her god listening. Her heaven will be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks.

Take care of my son.

~ Your love, Y/N Y/L/N

"I should have just let you fight me." I cried crawling on top of her crying into her chest

By the time help got here it was too late. They placed her in a white body bag.

"Hey be gentle with my wife." I sniffled 

"I am so, so, so sorry." The guy sighed placing a hand on my shoulder

This is all my fault. I killed her. My infidelity killed her. And this guilt is going to kill me next.