Just a list of random one shots, suggestions and requests very welcome!
Contains fluff, smut and many more good things in life*
Names of the female character (point of view) are completely random so feel free to change them to yours while reading...
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"You know what, fuck you!" I shouted and shut the bedroom door. I thought to myself, why the fuck am I still around for that asshole. It happened again, he cheated on me and this time it wasn't with some random girl; this time he picked my best friend. A girl I've known all my life, whom I shared everything with. They both betrayed me and it's the worst feeling in the world.
"You think I'm the only one to blame?" He yelled out and kicked the door open.
"Get out of my apartment, right now!" I spat out.
"You think you're a saint? You ain't even trying to get better, to help me fix what we broke." He was referring to me working a bit more than usual; it's not like I have a choice. He keeps sitting on his ass and working part time at the bar down the street, where he makes less than expected; tips included. We need money to live, I can't be doing that shit anymore.
"Yeah, I work for us to have a good life and you go fuck Alyssa. That's your way of fixing things? Shut up!" I loudly said. "Now get the fuck out!" I walked out of the room past him when he grabbed me by the arm.
"I ain't going nowhere. We're gonna talk and everything will be back to normal." He clenched his jaw and tightened the grip on my arm.
"Let go of me, get out! I don't fucking want you here!" I said. He pushed me to the wall pretty hard. Then he punched it, creating a hole just inches away from my face.
"Aaaargh!" He yelled out. I was literally speechless; things have never gotten physical before and it scared me; it really did.
"You're mine and it's staying that way!" He said.
"Leave me alone Marshall!" I kept resisting when he wanted to kiss me, fidgeting, trying to slip out of his grip.
"Yo!" I heard a voice I knew say after the apartment door opened. "Get the fuck off her!" It was my neighbor. He pulled Marshall away from me and pushed him to the door.
"Who the fuck are you?" Marshall asked him.
"Someone who's gonna whoop your ass if you don't leave."
Marshall started walking closer when my neighbor pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. "I ain't playing, man!"
Marsh then stopped and turned around. "This ain't over bitch." He said before running out.
"Fuck!" I cussed. "Where the fuck did you get that gun?"
"It ain't real, see?" He said and showed me. "You alright?"
