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omniscient
a few months later
                          
"quavious! get out my fucking house". diamonté screamed in frustration, rubbing her finger against her skull the massive headache giving her hell,
                          
"no i'm not leaving, baby i miss you". he softly said attempting to bring her frame into a hug, she stepped back. "i don't feel good right now and you're doing to much! get out before i call my damn bodyguard to whoop ya ass". she screamed as he nodded standing up, rushing over to her diamonté was pushed harshly onto the ground, wincing she stood up cocking her hand back she striked him in the face.
                          
"you mad crazy bitch, this ain't over little girl". he mumbled yanking the door open, she rolled her eyes locking her door putting the alarm on, putting her hair into a bun she grabbed the glass of wine drowning it. wiping her mouth she licked her lips,
                          
grabbing her ringing phone she stared at the contact rolling her eyes, putting her phone on dnd she walked upstairs closing her bed room door, turning the television on she took her shirt off and shorts leaving her in her panties and bra, laying on her stomach she hissed. "what the hell". she thought unclasping her bra, tossing it beside her she snuggled into the covers closing her eyes.
                          
>>>
                          
feeling something touching her nose she moved her face away, jack touched her nose again watching her eyebrow furrow together, fluttering her eyes open she frowned.
                          
"you are such a weirdo". she mumbled yawning, jack reached his finger out poking her boob making her grip his finger, "don't touch them they are sore". she snapped as his eyes gazed in on the purple bruise forming on her arm.
                          
"what the fuck is this!?". he asked gently grabbing her arm, diamonté winced in pain quickly pulling her arm back, "it's nothing". she softly said not meeting his eyes, "those are finger prints! who did this to you baby?". he asked beginning to get upset, "it doesn't matter jack!". she screamed getting irritated,
                          
"yes it does if you have a big ass purple bruise on your wrist". he shouted as she rolled her eyes, "stop worrying about me! you don't care about me". she screamed as he raised an eyebrow.
                          
"don't act innocent!". she softly said shaking her head, "stop calling me your baby, i don't trust you jack. you're just all the other men". she mumbled as his eyes became glossy,
                          
"i-i don't understand what you're talking about diamonté". he asked the lump in his throat getting worse, reaching out for her again diamonté slapped his arm away, "you never cared about me! just a fucking booty call to you!". she screamed whimpering in pain, "diamonté i love you! i've always loved you". he shouted making her flinch in fear, he sighed closing his eyes.
                          
"y-you've made me so happy these last couple of months, i wouldn't dare mess it up. i love you". she shook her head as tears ran down both their faces.
                          
"that's how you get all the girls huh? being a liar and hoe!?". she softly said, wiping her face she sniffed feeling worse by the second, "i need you to leave and delete my number, i'm so sick of people lying to my face". she gritted stepping out the bed,
                          
"are you ok?". he asked looking over her flustered face, "no! i'm not okay. why would you ask me that stupid question". she screamed, "how about you go back to your ex and kick it with her like you've been doing". she said putting her robe on, jack sat on the bed silent, going to her closet she snatched things off the hangers, "take all this shit too". gathering it all in her hands she stepped closer to him shoving it into his hard chest,