"Go home." He spoke sternly, turning back around to me.
"Ain't shit you can do nomore. Whatchu could've done..you didn't do so gon' head." He spoke before looking down at my phone. It was buzzing in his pocket and it couldn't have been any more bad timing than this.
He simply shook his head with a harsh chuckle.
"And your shit still going off." He spat.
"Can we please just talk this out?"
"And can I have my phone back?" I went onto ask, realizing it was probably my mom calling me.
"What phone?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows and I just stood there with glossy eyes.
"This my phone na'." He bucked, trying to walk off again but I grabbed his arm.
"So you're going to just leave me without a phone?" I asked him in disbelief.
"You heard what the fuck I said. This my fuckin' phone."
"Please can I have my phone?"
"You want this shit, take it from me." He bucked at me and I couldn't believe it.
"Go ahead before I make a scene out this bitch, T." He chuckled to himself.
"Go ask Connor bitch ass for a new one or your moms since she run your whole life."
"Dominic, please." I begged.
"Go ahead yo." He spoke, making his way back into the house as I stood there.
"Baby." I cried out.
"Yo." He shook his head, obviously tired of my presence.
"If I come back out here and you still here, T.."
"I promise you all that love shit gon' go out the window. I'm tryin' my hardest to consider the love I still got for you but it ain't even worth it nomore."
"So go ahead before I really show you what's up with me."
Saying nothing else, I ignored his threat and made my way anyway. I knew I had to get home but I also knew that this wasn't over. We weren't over. He was just hurt right now and he had every right to be but we'd get back.
We always do.
12.
Song in the MM.
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Dominic
I still can't even go to sleep, you still can't get over me.
I thought you was real, how you fuck someone so close to me
Messed me up emotionally, this ain't how it's 'posed to be. And I know, I know, I know.
