The Casibella

17

Wednesday 10:14 PM.
Beatriz Buxton

"Baby it wasn't like that-"

"Okay," I shrugged.

"Come on don't act like that-"

"Quay I don't care that you fucked her because you know what, I fucked someone too but at least I'm not pregnant," I said as I put some sweatpants on.

"What?" He said lowly as a crease formed between his eyebrows.

"You heard me. Same way how you 'released your stress' I did the same shit-"

"Willingly?"

"Yes willingly. If it wasn't willingly than it wouldn't be us fuckin now would it. That would be rape which is a different ball game," I said as I put on my bra.

"You tellin me the whole fuckin time I was lookin fa you You was fuckin somebody else?!" He yelled.

"I wouldn't say the whole time more like a period within-" he pushed me up against the wall as he choked me.

"Stop fuckin playin wimme," He said through gritted teeth.

He let me go before I pushed him.

"Fuck you!" I yelled.

"Fuck me? Fuck you nigga! You can't fuckin compare that bullshit to what I did-"

"How?! What if I was really dead and the baby is yours then what?! You'd just move on from me and start a fuckin family-"

"Where the fuck are you goin?!" He yelled before snatching my duffle bag causing the clothes to scatter.

"Don't fuckin touch me!" I yelled pushing him.

"This shit is stupid Bea! This childish ass shit, where the fuck are you goin?!"

"Don't worry about it!" I yelled before zipping up my duffle bag only for him to snatch it away.

He pulled me close to him but I snatched away from him. I grabbed my bag before he grabbed my arm.

"Let me go! Give me some fuckin time!" I yelled before pulling away.

I put on some slides before walking out. I got into my car before I headed over to my parents. I knocked on the door before Dre swung it open. His expression softened before he stepped aside to let me in.

I looked at him and he nodded before gesturing to my old room. I walked into my old room before setting down my bag and plopping onto my bed.