《SATURN.》𝟶𝟷𝟼.
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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐞
𝗔𝘁𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗚𝗮 — 𝟺:𝟺𝟺 𝙿.𝙼
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-Like a Capricorn, you're hard to release
"My nails grew so long" I spoke to myself clipping these fake nails off.
I felt something plastic hit me in the side of the head at full force and I fell over.
"What the hell?" I whispered to myself touching the side of my eye. I looked at my hand seeing blood there. "Yo whoever just threw this shit at me, yo dumbass better fuckin run" I stared at the wall.
Whoever it was got closer and once I smelt his scent standing got even more mad. I stood up and swung on him hitting him in his face making him fall on the couch. I sent punches over and over at him.
"You been fucking with me since we.got.in.this.bitch" I punched him in the neck and he got up and slammed me on the ground making me hurt my back.
I knocked him over and tried to get up stumbling behind the couch.
"Y'all do this everyday bro" I heard Mookie sigh.
Keeno got on-top of me pinning my hands down so I couldn't hit him. I breathed hard staring at him trying to get out of his grip.
"Stop moving nigga" He told me trying to keep a grip on me hands.
I bit his hand and he pressed his knee against my coochie and I started screaming.
"Chill out!" He yelled at me and I kept moving making him go deeper.
"You gone break me!"
"What the h- bruh come on" Mookie yelled at him trying to pull him up.
I kicked him in the nuts and he fell over letting me get up. I ran in my room and got my stuff together after locking the door.
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I'm not sleeping here tonight.
He might try and kill me in sleep.
I grabbed my keys and jogged down the stairs and out the house.
Throwing my bag in the trunk I got in the drivers seat and sighed.
"Suprise" I heard and I started screaming before a hand covered my mouth. "Where the fuck are you going?"
I snatched his hand and threw it in his lap.
"Stop fucking touching me"
"That's my love language"
"You barely know me..."
He side eyed me before looking at his phone.
"What does that mean?"
"Give me a kiss. "
"No bitch. " I pushed his face as he leaned in. "Stop playing wit me Sleezy..."
"Ouch , when you start saying that?"
"You toxic as hell and we not even in a relationship . That's a turn off. "
"Who said I wanted you to be turned on ?" He smirked and I straight faced him.
"..."
"Mmcht. " He got on his phone ignoring me and I rolled my eyes. "Drive. "
"What you mean love language?"
"..."
"Get out since you don't hear me talking to you"
"I wanna go to Walmart. " He sucked his teeth whining.
"You broke my damn vagina"
"Let me massage it" He smiled.
"...no"
He started laughing and I pulled out the driveway.
"Why you took all yo shit and put it in the trunk?"
"Cause you might try and kill me in my sleep"
"..."
I looked over at him like he was crazy and he looked away.
"Nigga what the hell is wrong with you?! What did I do to you to be getting beat up for no fucking reason?"
"I don't know.."
"You give abusive vibes..."
"I'm not abusive" He curled his face up and I nodded.
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"Yes you are , how you hitting me but talmbout thats a love language? Negro we don't love each-other. "
"That's how I say I like you without saying it."
"Well next time say it , cause I'm tired of fighting for my life everyday."
"Okay" He shrugged and got back on his phone.
I just shook my head and continued driving.
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"Tiktok females only clean themselves right when they bout to link a nigga. That's cute though"
"On god all that unnecessary ass shit they be doing , fuck sprays water with perfume?" Sleezy spoke and I laughed.
He grabbed my face and laid something sticky above my eye where the cut from earlier was.
I honestly forgot about it.
"Thank you" I said we dapped each-other.
I started walking around looking for the coloring isle.
"We should get coloring books" I spoke up , before turning around realizing he wasn't following me anymore. I shrugged and continued looking.
I found the creative section and grabbed two coloring books and some markers and crayons before exiting the isle and looking around quietly.
"Saturn catch." I heard causing me to turn around.
A plastic ball slapped against the front of my face and I squinted closing my eyes hearing it fall to the ground.
Opening my eyes slowly seeing sleezy smiling I turned around and walked off.
I'm done.
This nigga just doesn't know how to play and I can't get over that.
Walking to the front I heard him following me calling my name but ignored him.
Standing in line I got on my phone until it was my turn and grabbed my bag and walked out.
"Saturn"
"..."
I walked to my car and got in the drivers seat before locking the door seeing he wasn't too far behind.
He began knocking on the window and I stared at him.
Starting the car I took my foot off the breaks and pulled off leaving him standing there.
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𝟗𝟖𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 w/this bitch.
𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐲𝟑𝐤 I'll beat yo ass
𝟗𝟖𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 It's giving domestic violence and ion like that... @𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐲𝟑𝐤.
"You always tryna hit somebody and that's-"
He grabbed my face and kissed me cutting me off.
My eyes closed slowly and everything went black.
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