Y/N POV:
Lately sha been in the streets lately n ive been worried . Hes been coming home late, not eating as much, random ass mood swings, n i found 3 guns in the house without me knowing. Theyre out in plane sight too n i wouldnt have a problem if my little sisters didnt live with us. Theyre both 5 so they barely know what theyre doing or what that is.
"Sha can u please get rid of the guns or put them somewhere else?" I said taking them from out of the cabinet w all the snacks in it n handing them to him
"Bro i already said i got u js shut up about it" he said snatching the guns out my hands
"Nigga i wont shut up about it until u do as i asked. Ive been asking u for a week, stop bitching n js do it. If i wanted a gf i woulda got one, i feel like the nigga in this relationship." I said getting mad bcs 1. He called me bro n 2. He told me to shut up
"Bitch stop talking to me" he said smacking his lips in walking into our room
I js stood there. He never called me that before. Im a very sensitive person so i started balling right then n there. When sha heard me crying he ran out the room n hugged me.
"Why did u call me that?" I said now turning angry n slapping the hell out of him
"Mama im sorry" he said pulling me into another hug . I cried again but not bcs he called me out my name but simply bcs i didnt like arguing
"I feel safe w u in the streets or w u not even caring abt 5 year olds running around w guns in da house pa" I said backing up n lookin him in the eyes
"Do you trust me ma?" He asked keeping eye contact
"Yes"
"Then trust me, imma be good, u gone be good , n the kids gone be good. Im doing this for us n the bros ma. Nobody gone touch me"
Ian know how to end dis so imma leave it at that