Faith POV
I woke up to a loud ass noise downstairs. My eyes shot open as I looked around the room. I looked at Bullet's spot on the bed, which was empty. I heavily sighed in annoyance. For a while, he's been gone in the morning. I'm not the usually type to be impatient. But damn.
I looked in my nightstand to see my light purple pistol with my name signed across the barrel. I grabbed it quietly as I cocked it and screwed a silencer on it.
I slowly walked down the stairs to hear the noise coming from the kitchen. I quickly tip toed to the entrance.
"Faith, I know you over there" I sighed as I put my gun down. This nigga better not be what I think he is.
"Hey baby" He slurred his words sloppily as he began wobbling back and forth.
"What are you doing Bullet?" I said with venom in my voice. He looked at the counter then back at me.
"I think this shit is moving" Bullet said as if he was a kid who discovered candy. I scrunched my face up.
I went to the cabinet above the sink to get a glass. I filled it up with water and a dosage of NyQuil. Like this dumb mofo gone be running around here acting crazy.
"Here, take this" I told him as he continued to stare at the counter. He giggled as he rubbed on the counter.
"I think it likes me" I groaned as he continued to pet the damn counter.
"Baby, take this please" I asked nicely causing him to look up. He chuckled before downing the water like it was nothing.
"Happy now?" He slurred as he began walking out the kitchen.
"Don't even know why I let you stay here" He mumbled, probably hoping that I didn't hear.
I shook my head as he went into our bedroom and slammed the door. I quickly wiped a stray tear. I won't cry for no nigga. Especially one who doesn't want me around.
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I woke up to see Bullet holding his head, mumbling. Probably some more slick shit.
"You okay?" I said being nice. I really can't stand this mofo right now. He looked up at me with red eyes.
"Nah, I ain't happy Faith" He said slowly. I shook my head. I snatched the covers back and put my Timb boots I keep by the bed on my feet.
"What you doing?" He shot up blocking my way. I ignored as I continued to get around him.
"Leaving" I said pushing him out the way. By this time, I had tears running down my cheeks. Y'all thought we was the power couple or some shit, hell nah!
"All I said was I wasn't happy" He yelled as I continued to ignore him as I went straight to the closet. I ain't like Test, I ain't moving far as hell away for a fucking year. Remember, I got my own place.
"Everytime we argue, you fuckin' runnin' "He screamed at me in anger. I don't know why he mad, he declared his unhappiness.
"That's fine" I said proudly as I continued to take my clothes out the closet. He smacked his teeth before snatching my shit out my hands.
"You not leaving me!" He shouted as he threw my shit on the floor. I chuckled out of anger as I began picking my things up.
"Yeah, I am" I said chuckling to stay calm.
You probably think this is the first argument the power couple has ever had. Well you wrong like shit. For the pass month, Bullet's been moping around here and coming in drunk. Now I see why. But it's okay.
