You were watching Netflix in your room, waiting for Bryson to come back. He went out to the club with his boys and he hasn't come back yet. The time was going on 2:50am and you were starting to get worried.
Bryson usually calls and texts you but you hadn't heard anything. Just then you hear the front door slam shut. You heard something smash, causing you to jump. You went in the living room to check it out. Bryson had ran into the shelf and knocked over a vase.
"Ah, shit", Bryson yelled.
"Bryson where have you been? I tried to call you".
"You know we're I've been".
"But you usually don't stay out this late and come home wasted" you told him.
"I'm a grown man and last time I checked, I didn't need to check in with you". You could smell the alcohol on his breathe, Bryson wasn't a drinker.
"Well I was just worried. You didn't have to be rude".
"Whatever y/n, I'm not in the mood to put up with your bullshit". You weren't about to put up with Bryson cursing at you. He was headed up the stairs. You went around and stopped him.
"Where do you think your going?"
"I'm going to bed, move".
"Um no, you're not sleeping with me your sleeping on the couch" you voiced.
"You're not going to tell me what to do in my house, I pay the bills all you do is sit on your ass and spend my money". You couldn't believe he was saying this to you.
"You went to your closet and grabbed a duffle bag, you'd be dammed if you let him talk to you like you was some bitch off the street.
Bryson saw you stuffing clothes into your bag.
"Y/n what are you doing?".
"I'm going to y/n house tonight".
"Why?"
"Oh so you think I'm about to let you talk to me any kind of way".
Bryson came and sat on the bed. He looked at you with a pitiful expression.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know what gtit into me". You looked at him and yelled.
"Well maybe it was the fucking alcohol, if you would watch what you drink when you go out we wouldn't have these problems.
"I know", he sighed.
"And your saying I spend up your money?! Correct me if I'm wrong but I wanted to get a job, but what did you say?! 'Oh princess! You don't have to get a job! I'll take care of you! Didn't you say that or did I imagine it?!"
"You're right you're right" he wouldn't look you in the eye.
"Excuse me for worrying about my boyfriend, I didn't know it was a crime. But when I know you're out with your niggas and you haven't called me or anything, do you know what goes through my head?! What if you got in a wreck? What if he passed out somewhere? You scared me.I didn't know if I was going to get a phone call telling me you were in a accident".
"You're right, but can you not leave me though".
You threw your duffle bag in your closet.
"Bryson I'm dead ass serious, if you curse at me like that again I will leave in a heartbeat".
"You have my word. Can I have a kiss".
"No you smell like backwoods and ciroc. You get a hug".
"I'll take what I can". Bryson pulled you into a tight hug. Your head against his chest.
"I really am sorry y/n".
"I know, I'm still mad though". You pulled away. He looked down at you and said "you have every right to be".
You walked over to the bed and fixed the blankets.
"Well I'm tired. There's a pillow and blanket in the hall closet. You better get to sleep on the couch. You have a lot of making up to do tomorrow". He laughed and walked to the door.
"Good night y/n".
"Good night Bryson".
"I love you very very very very much".
"I love you too. I guess".
