Tristan
“What the f**k is this, man?” Zaire yelled as soon as he walked into the apartment, looking at the mess around the living room.
Arianna insisted on helping me clean up, but I sent her home and told her not to worry. I couldn’t handle being around her for too much longer my emotions were getting the best of me. Them shits was playing tug and war.
“Ouch, nigga chill out with the screaming. You giving me a headache.” I slurred out and began to rub my temples.
What better way to forget something happened than to drink some vodka?
“My nigga is you drunk?” he stormed over and snatched a bottle of vodka out my hand.
“She a liar man, I trusted her.” I spoke “I love her tho, ain’t that bout a b***h. That b***h ass nigga always find a way to ruin shit.”
“What you trying to say? Tae b
