𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

"Bitch, Shutup. Now imma have to make some shit up."

"So you ain't never gone tell her that you like killing people? Your sick. You need to got to a m-m-m-mental hospital." Dj said to Cam.

"I don't have to tell her, that's my bidness." Cameron said standing up.

"I don't even trust you around her you sick fuck!" Dj started moving the chair.

A room with two hot heads.

"Y'all niggas need to sit down." I said, and cam sat down. He knew he would be able to do what he itched to do all the time.

I sat back where I was seated before when Junior calmed down.

Cameron, handed me his ringing phone, and I looked at it to see that Amira was calling.

"Lemeee go handle this." I said standing back up.

"You can't even handle yo bitch." Dj laughed.

"Shutup bitch, you bout to die." Cameron mugged him.

I walked upstairs out of the basement, which we were in.

Bout time I got up there the call had ended, but Amira called back.

"Yes mamas?" I said answering the phone.

"Boy bye, put Dexter on the phone." She said.

I sighed, "this is Dexter."

"Why you not answering your phone?"

"It's dead." I lied.

I powered that bitch off.

"Charge it, what type of Dumbfuck dosent charge they phone?"

"This why I don't answer the phone for yo funky ass." I sighed.

She always want to argue, dirty ass girl.

"J knew your phone wasn't dead you lying bitc-

I hung the phone up before she could even Finnish.

Her dirty ass got on my nerves.

Walking back down stairs, I watched as Cameron poured bleach on the bloody floor.

"Why you kill him without me?" I scrunched my face up.

"You was taking to long, help me clean this blood up." He said, before grabbing the dish detergent and pouring all on the floor.

This bitch is so dumb.

"Don't we need water?" I looked at him.

He grabbed a water bottle and pour that on the floor as well.

Stressed face, question mark.

I grabbed the mop, that was sitting in the corner of the den.

I started mopping up the blood, but it started to spread and get everywhere.

"Bro, you got blood on my forces." Cameron mugged.

"Shutup bitch they only 90 dollars." I said, as I continued to mop.

I mopped it for about three more minutes, looking over all the blood, I grew irritated that nothing got up.

"We should just blow the house up."

"Why would I blow kulture's house up?"

"Same reason why you killed dejaun innis bitch."

"You got a good point." He said.

It took a minute for him to agree with me, but before you knew it we were pouring gasoline all over the basement, upstairs, allat.

Everything was bout to get burnt.

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"Yooooo, I owned my house. Like, who the fuck would do that shit?" Kulture cried out.

We were sitting in Cameron's living room, watching the news.

Cam had kulture wrapped in his arms as she cried.

"You'll be alright, you always with me anyways." Cameron said to her as he soothed her.

I was trying so hard not to laughter causeeeeee.

AHHHHHHHH.

Laughing face, question mark!

"No I won't, I don't wanna live in this dirty house."

I busted out laughing.

"My house not dirty." He mugged her.

"I know, I just want to be able to go home." She cried.

"Home is where the heart is." I teased.

"Shutup hoe!"

"Damn, what I do to her?" I asked Cameron.

"Leave her alone." He said to me.

"That's her problem now, you always babying her. She a grown ass lady she need to stop crying all the time."

"Don't listen to him." Cameron said to her, before kissing her.

"Y'all trifling. Kissing in front of me and shit." I mugged them.

"Get out." Cameron mugged

"I was bout to leave anyways. Dirty."

I said standing up from where I was seated.

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