𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐧𝐲𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 - 𝚍𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚣 (𝚢𝚐𝚣)

I huffed tiredly as I entered through the garage door as I finished parking my car. I locked the door behind me before finding my way up the stairs and to my room.

as i entered i noticed a figure laying in my bed. confused, I came closer before i realized it was just Daniel. Shirtless with grey Nike sweatpants on smelling of cocoa butter freshly out the shower I thought to myself before kissing his forehead.

I put on some sleepy shorts and big t shirt before finding my remote to turn on baddies east (where's my sonnn!!🤬😡) ..I'm sorry back to the story

I needed my after school nap and was grateful it was a friday I carefully got into my bed fiddling with the remote for a little before the mattress moved and he turned over. he briefly opened his eyes seeing me next to him; not fully wanting to wake up

I couldn't fall asleep as i was on my phone. having a bad habit of scrolling on tiktok until i passed out. I probably couldn't even sleep without my phone. I opened up my Instagram seeing I had one new dm

it was from a boy named Kevin...better known as "kay flock" he was an old fling from one of my childish high school situationships nothing serious...right??

he slid into my dms telling me how beautiful i looked. and how I looked so much more happier. I responded with a thanks before he started typing again.

Officialkayflocka

how's life been tho? you been good? 

I replied innocently, not thinking to stop the conversation because it wasn't going anywhere. before i could respond i felt my phone being snatched I looked over and seen Daniel scrolling through our messages

"why you texting niggas in my face?" he asked calmly looking at m.

I knew he was mad because he was calm.

"wait it's not even like that" i claimed reaching for my phone. He pulled it out my reach

"nah you not getting this shit back" he stated getting up and out the bed

"bruh daniel give me my phone"

"nah you wanna cheat right?" he said as he held my phone

"I'm not cheating on you..just read the messages bro" I defended

"yeah but who dis nigga is? you used to fuck wid em?" he asked . I grew silent, knowing if i answered truthfully he would be upset.

"don't fucking lie either, i'a break yo neck y/n" he spoke

"...yeah" I mumbled as I sat back onto the bed in shame

"oh okay. you playing me like i'm fucking dumb" he said before slamming my phone harshly on the floor. making sure it broke. My mouth fell agape as I realized what he had done.

"oh and that party you thought you was going to? not happening yo ass stayin in da house wimmie" he said

I saw red before leaping towards him and throw a punch that he caught making me throw another one; hitting him in his chin

"mmcht, bro" he said before grabbing my ponytail and slinging me into the floor beside him

"what the fuck I told you bout putting yo hands on me??" He spoke firmly with a fistful of my curls in his hands

"Let me the fuck go" I spoke breathing heavily feeling my anger building up

"you gon hit me again?" he said

"no" I lied

I slowly got up as he watched me carefully I turned around acting like I was gonna walk out before catching him off guard and attempting to attack him