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Nadia Taylor Miami, Florida 12:00 AM
Fuming and annoyed wasn't even the word.
I can't even tell you who I was more upset with but I just I wanted to whack the both of them again. Especially Chris's ass. He had no right to be mad at me for beating that girl's ass.
"You need to chill out before you explode, man." Demetrius said walking into my room with a glass of water and a bandaid in hand. My ass broke my nail from grabbing her hair to hard and now my finger was bleeding.
But other than that, everything else was still intact. No scratches or anything.
As expected.
"I should've smashed her head with a bottle,"
"That's what you and that nigga got in common. Just two bottle throwing lovers, get married." He joked and I rolled my eyes applying the bandaid to my throbbing finger.
"Um, actually a bottle got thrown at him and that's why his beard barely connect,"
"Same shit. Hey, at least you got it out your system now." Demi told me and I rolled my eyes again.
"It was never in my system, I just kept getting pushed over the edge for it and couldn't take it anymore. Plus that girl came out of nowhere and the second I heard her voice I just snapped. But it's like damn, is everyone in Miami too?"
"Probably," He just smirked and I shook my head. "But you think you and homeboy gone be aight?"
"I don't know...at this moment, I don't really care. Once upon a time, I did want a love like our parents with him,"
"Shit, sis. You still got a chance to have that." I stared at him blankly basically telling him 'Yeah, right,' with my eyes making him hold his hands up in defense.
"What?"
"You know damn well Stephen and Marcela are more rockier than Chris and I." I don't know what the hell was going on with my parents but my mom decided to go back to Houston because her and my dad need a "moment" apart.
"Man, I don't want to talk about our parent's marriage. Shit ain't been smooth sailing since we found out Destiny wasn't his biologically. I'm scared to be real," Speaking of the devil, Destiny walked into my room and laid down on the bed.
Just by her face expression, I could tell she had something to say.
"....You should've killed the girl. Ain't like nobody finna miss her." Destiny said and I tossed a pillow at her.
"Stop, you know I wouldn't have gotten away with that."
"I would've covered for you. You know Chris's lawyer got him out of all them shits, I'm sure he would've gotten you out of a murder charge perfectly." She said and I rolled my eyes. "No, but honestly. You gave her a good ass whooping like where did she come from and why was she so bold?"
