MLT1 (More Layers than One) 3 Dames Inspired, (heavy edits wattpad Version)

Part 1- Been Around.. excerpt

It was his fault for leading her down into temptation. He knew she had to have it. He knew she had to have him. When he denied her the desires of her kitty Kat she sought it else where. Only that's the shit she says in her mind. Anthony never denied her. Not once. He just failed to deny them hoes too. Fuuuck! Amber sighed. Fuck them all. She cried in her home alone now. Fuck them all, I'll get it back.

The mirror image of myself smiled while I looked to see who she was now, and why she had to play so many roles. Myself looking at her was saying clearly biiiitch what you mad. Myself.

For certain I was. Anthony wanted me back and I am confused at the thought of leaving Bry. I spoke to the mirror.

Maan, if the world of people that follow me and my life songs only knew my life. I'm not a victim no more. I am not a vic tiiiiim I yelled.

To the top of my lungs and the only person that could see me was someone who had also hurt me.

I wished I had known Bry watched periodically from his phone everything I was putting herself through. He could help but he had, and his goals was for Anthony.

I picked up the phone that Miles forfeited being dumb.  Feeling dumb played the video. Shaking my head and smiling too, while crying.
I'm supposed to be more by now I said. I'm supposed to be pretty.

I'm supposed to still have my husband. I'm supposed to be pretty. Bitch how. What you mean. You know what I mean. Nah tell me.
Your swag it's gone down. Whaaaa. Don't what now.
What you mean. Get your shit together and stop not listening.
I'm good, and I'm fine it was just a couple of grams. I'm done.
Prove it. Prove what? That you done. I will then.

I went back and forth with myself until I was satisfied. Fuck you.
Until I was comfortable with owning up to my mistakes. A withdraw and tears came with praises up I didn't beg  the Lord to make me over. Leaning over the toliet standing up spitting out all she had just done in light of depression. No one got it.

Everybody had their opinion I looked at it as an opponent.
I looked down at my legs and remembered I use to be much more toned, and had weight.

My body was disappearing and Bry had been gone, but still even another state, place, time, or woman could mistake the things he would do, or had already done for her and sadly noe I'd sit in her house and go from room to room living out a new memory. Crying to the sky.

I'm done with this poison I'm better than this. Your bigger than these problems I have thank you thank you thank you thank you.

My admission of dreams, shared alone, Bry is the only person who cared if I  posed in the mirror, screams, cries, video blurbs on my YouTube that I occasionally just did out of the blue.

Bry was on the move tho he was making his ends meet. Basically to make my ends meet. He couldn't afford to see me ever fail, but mostly he wanted to show me he didn't need my moneybags.

A real nigga like him knew better still he started to reserve and get on his teenager shit. That's how he felt watching me have all the wreck lessons with these men. Bry had an amazing agenda unlike any other I had seen.

As I went through the withdrawal process of pain laying on the floor inside my home, Bry continued making his moves, and tuned in to my life. My real life before he met me and before I told him, anyway to a fault of degree of real love he didn't care. But Anthony would see him soon. His vow to stop a lot of things would be a mere gesture to his girl. Silly ass, damn it.

Who was I fooling moving from room to room. Changing from something dark to something alluring and bright. A slick psycho. Taking off my jacket to sit I opened up a stash he saw me too.

It may have turned him on a little watching me in pure creativity after i inhaled from my nose a one on one. A sniff of the cocoa I had placed inside of a necklace that hung from my neck.

A key to the public but it was my stash that I got from Bry; unaware that he knew. Bry wished to have me in a way where I would be this person. Who was the last person I knew had it on demand and never questioned me. I didn't do enough of anything to say it was a habit. Wow, he watched as I wrote down something. Nosey ass.

He couldn't read it the angle didn't allow it. I was not very helpful to holding it up for his bird eye camera and no matter the cost he was the main protection the only man who really satisfies me, but boredom was a playground unexpectedly to occur.

I shocked him by calling him, as he turned off the data watching our home for reasons unknown to me still. Shit, I only found an ounce of that soft he served and I vibed off of. I thought it was just his stash. Never once questioned. He was a dealer.

He owed me everything for being me. Bry, answered with a few questions and I did not mind this was an acquiring mind. He had me now. Intriguing and captive to my ego.

It felt to good to hear me now on the phone wining for daddy to come on home. It's Saturday, i reminded him. Can you come on Monday. I asked, excited. Bry said, I'm not sure I might be able to swing in before then. What's up? What you doing though?

I'm umm, immediately I said that I  loved him, but that the PR was calling, and hung up the phone. Bry didn't have a problem with that statement

Why would he, and that wasn't going to hurt me. I just didn't get it. We both remembered at the same time, in two different places what was what between us, and i told him I lied. I lied.