Vision Of Evil

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Omniscient
December 2nd
California: Compton

"Demetrius that was gross." Dia said leaning her head against the window of the passenger's side

The party ended hours ago and it was now well after midnight. After Quavo was killed, Dia immediately stopped having sex with Demetrius, because she found it disgusting to fuck in a room with brain matter all over.

So afterwards, Demetrius stayed behind to help clean up and handle Quavo's body. And they didn't leave the house until hours later, now driving back to his house.

Demetrius was happy the entire ride, Dia on the other hand wasn't feeling as relieved as he was.

"I didn't ask you. You should be glad he gone and you don't gotta be beat on and raped no more." he replied

Dia sighed already sensing his attitude, "I am. But was it necessary t-"

"Shut that shit up," Demetrius snapped, cutting her off. "He abused you for months on top of months, and recently, I can tell. Don't think I ain't notice them fresh bruises on yo stomach. And ain't no tellin how many you hidin on yo face wit all that dumbass makeup. You got me fucked up Dia if you think I'm about to sit up here and feel bad about what I did to protect somebody I love." he ranted

Her eyes widened at the last set of words she heard slip out of his mouth. She picked her head up from the window and turned slowly to view the side of his face as he drove.

His jaw was clenching in and out and he hadn't even realized what he said. Demetrius' temper was rising because he felt Dia was being ungrateful after he was trying to protect her. So when she reached over to touch his shoulder he abruptly flinched away.

"Don't put yo damn hands on me." he mumbled angrily

She ignored his attitude and smiled, "Demetrius you- you just said you loved me."

His smacked his teeth, "No I didn't." he said rolling his eyes

"You did." Dia said in a teasing tone, "And this isn't the first time either." she continued, grabbing his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel, "You said it that day you came to Quavo's house drunk." she told him

Demetrius didn't say anything, instead he thought back to his previous statement and went over everything he said. It took a few moments but eventually his eyes widened a little as he realized that he actually did say he loved her.

And he did love her. But it was always hard for him to admit and say out loud. Now here he was, having it slip out his mouth for the second time.

"I love you too big head." Dia cheesed and leaned over to kiss his cheek

Demetrius felt his heart pound faster hearing her say that, but he was still annoyed at her. "Don't talk to me." he snapped

Dia pouted, "But you love me."

"Not right now I don't." he said

She smiled seeing how attractive he looked while angry, he was being rude but she definitely loved it, "What if I give you head right now?" she smiled slyly, reaching for the crotch of his pants

He allowed her hands wander over to his zipper, debating on whether or not to let her. He'd enjoy it but at the moment, Demetrius was too annoyed to take things easy with her and he had to focus on the road.

"Move before I slam yo head against that window." he mumbled, but she still heard him

She sighed and retracted her hand from his pants, but still intertwined their fingers, squeezing his tattooed hand a little. Dia wasn't trying to make him mad by seeming ungrateful. She just didn't understand his methods of killing. She was happy that Quavo was dead but not happy that he died while watching them have sex.