Killah Kuwonu

Done.

Aysha POV

Ima beat Killah ass, Paris crying non stop! I don't even know why, it's only 48 hours.

"The fuck P? It's only 48 hours!" I sigh.

"I don't give a fuck, fuck that nigga." She rolls her eyes.

"I bet if his ass walked through the door right now, you'd jump on his ass." I say.

"No." She denies.

"Good, cause he's on his was now!" I tell her.

She jumps up.

"Really?" She asks.

"No!" I scream.

"Ughhhhhh." She lays back down.

"Ima go get something from the vending machine." I tell her getting up.

"Okay." She says.

I walk to the vending machine only to see Killah posted against the door, talking to some blonde how twisting her hair.

"Ima beat his ass." I say under my breath.

I take my short ass legs and storm over to him, I slap his bitch ass right across his face.

"AYSHA WHAT THE FUCK!" He screams.

I was scared, but I've dealt with worst!

"You are so fucking unbelievable, you 'take a break' with Paris to be all up in this bitch!" Ima kill him.

Fuck him!

I tie my hair up, ima beat both they asses.

"Excuse me?" The hoe said.

"IMA GIVE YOU 7 FUCKING SECONDS TO GET OUT MY FACE BITCH!" I scream.

"Whateva." She says and leaves.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Killah was angry as fuck, but I didn't care.

You is not finna disrespect my friend.

"You, you and that bitch. Wait til I tell Paris." I shake my head and walk away.

Only to be snatched back and pinned against the wall.

"You not finna say shit!" He spits.

"Watch me!" I try to loosen my grip.

"Aysha you go—" Paris turns the corner.

Killah had me pinned against the wall, his face was close cause he was screaming at me...this night gonna end well.

He lets go of me.

"Baby listen, before you say anything let me explain." He says.

"Un fucking believable!" She shakes her head and leaves.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, IF YOU WASNT SUCH A MAN WHORR SHE WOULD BELIEVE YOU!" I scream at him.

"If you minded yo fucking business she wouldn't have come out the fucking room." He says.

"You one sorry ass bitch." I slap him across the face.

His veins pop out like he was ready to kill.

"Fuck you bitch." He spits.

"At the end of the day, I'm the one in a relationship! I'm fucking loyal, you can't keep ya dick in ya pants!"

"THAT WAS MY WORKER YOU DUMBASS!" He screams.

"I don't give a fuck." I say and turn my heal.

"I wish Burna would burn ya dumbass, you probably burning Anyways." He says.

I know he has temper tantrums and he didn't mean any of this, but something came over me! I storm over to him and kick him in the balls.

"I hope Paris would kill you...'KiLlAh'" I say bluntly.

Then I actually leave, to go find Paris.

"Paris!" I start banging on the hotel door.

"Go away Aysha." She says, she seemed more angry then sad.

"Paris it ain't even what it look like!" I promise her.

She opens the door.

"So you not sucking faces with my nigga?" She gives me a look.

"I'll get price it to you." I tell her.

She crosses her arms.

"Come!" I grab her hand, I take her to the front desk.

After a bit of intimidation the guy at the front showed us the security footage.

"Who the fuck is that bitch?" She says.

"That's what I said." I say.

"Thanks for having my back bestie, I should've believed you." She hugs me.

"It's cool." I chuckle.

"If you'd excuse me, ima go beat this nigga ass!" She stomps away.

Poor Killah, actually fuck him!

Paris POV

All 5'3 of my short ass pounded on Killahs door.

As soon as he opened that shit I slap the black of his face, see I'm not one to fight...too often. But you not finna disrespect me, pregnant or not.

"YOU WANNA BE ALL UP IN THAT BITCH FACE? SHE CAN HAVE YOU!" I was kicking, punching and stomping.

Ace and Burna pull me off.

"Paris chill, you pregnant!" Burna says.

I push him off.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"WHAT THE FUCKS YA PROBLEM? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND!" Killah scream.

"NO BUT CLEARLY YOU HAVE, YOU THINK I AINT SEE THAT BLONDE HEADED BITCH IN YA FACE?!" I try to beat his ass again, but Ace wrapper his arm around me.

"SHES MY FUCKING WORKER!" He yells.

"Fuck you and her! I don't need you, we fucking done." I shake my head at him.

His faces softens.

"Baby no, don't say that shit." He practically cries, but he wasn't.

"Don't Baby me, we done." I repeat and walk away.

"FUCK!" I hear him scream, the boys try to calm him.

I just continue walking, I go back to Aysha room and pack all my shit. I book the next flight home and I left a note.

I was done!