✱ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑

☆-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄. 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 !

I feel stupid, to think anything good would work out for me. I feel like life just says "fuck it" when it comes to me, and lets everything crumble. Which I'm not exactly fond of.

What Kintrell and I had going on, I felt myself being happiest whenever I was with him. Not only did he put his hands on me, in a hurtful way, but he switched up on me and went to fuck that other hoe. The nigga really did me dirty over some pussy.

It's no wonder I'm so damn bitter.

I stormed out the studio, trying to be strong and not let the tears build up any more than they already were. I had no ride to get home, Kintrell was the one who bring me here, so I pulled out my phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.

Kavali.

"Hello?" His serene voice rung through the phone, even though he didn't seem one bit tired. "K-Kay." Was all I managed to mumble out. My voice was vulnerable against my own wishes, I didn't wanna sound like a baby or anything.

"Quez? What's wrong, man?" He asked, seeming concerned. "Can you come pick me up?" I sniffled, sitting on the sidewalk and sighing. "Send me yo location, and I'll be there in ten minutes." He said, calmly, I could hear shuffling around in the background but I didn't care much for it. I just wanted somebody to come get me and hug me.

I could use a damn hug, on some
real shit.

I heard yelling in the distance, making my face scrunch up and try to ignore the sound of it. "Baby, Quez! Lemme explain." He sounded a bit winded. The fuck was he runnin' for? I'll give him something to fucking run for.

I ignored him, I didn't have anything to say to him. How does he expect me to just be lovey dovey with him after all the shit he pulled today? He ain't getting away that easy, I'll tell you that.

"Ja'quez, I know you hear me." He said getting closer to me. "I know you not tryna talk to me." I stood up and tried to walk away, only to be pulled back. If this nigga don't back up offa me.

"I'm sorry."