𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

"Ooouuu please don't play with you!" Myla smirked at the video playing on my phone. The photographer just sent me my pictures and videos from the photoshoot/ video shoot.
I couldn't even lie everything came out better than I expected. During the photoshoot I started to get comfortable with my outfit but my guard was still up.
"Say you want a lil' time, well I need a lil' neck
Say he love me all the time, I don't even read the text"
My phone rung with a specific ringtone for Deontae. I rolled my eyes and declined the call.
We haven't spoken since yesterday when he called himself "checking me".
"Girl fuck him." I wave her off.
"Fuck who?" My head snapped on the direction the voice came from.
"You nigga, fuck you." I rolled my eyes and went back to eating.
"Tiana stop trying to act in fronna Myla deadass." He gave me a straight face and I squinted my eyes at him.
"Accccttt?" I mocked soulja boy voice.
"Nigga who acting? You know damn well i've always acted like this please stop playing."
"Bitches get comfortable in their skin again and act up." He mumbles.
"Tink no!" I jumped up at him and started throwing blows to his face, my nails breaking in the process.
He grabs me and slams me on the floor but my punches didn't stop me. He pinned my hands down and I kneed him between his legs.
He clutched himself as his face scrunched up from the pain. I hovered over his body and continued to send the punches to his face.
By the time Myla pulled me off him my face was wet from tears.
"Get out!!" I yelled at him.
"Girl have you seen these videos from last night?" Myla's voice knocked me out my thoughts.
"Girllll I was drunk off my ass I don't remember shit." I laughed, leaning over to look at her phone.
"Send me thatttt." I laughed as she tapped the screen, showing the next video.
"Bitchhh not the lil hip roll." Myla burst into laughter. I playfully rolled my eyes and smirked.
"That outfit was so cute on me forreal."
"Myla, you gay." I laughed at the video of her touching on my ass while I twerked.
I was so drunk last night I don't remember anything that happen including these videos. I missed doing stuff like this.
Why did all this had to change? If I would have never went out that night I would have been the same me.
The same goofy girl. Maybe that was karma for setting people up. What if that was suppose to scare me to stop doing it?
"You straight?" Myla rubbed my shoulder and I looked at her, feelings tears hit my legs.
"I deserved it." My voice cracked.
"Deserved what?" Her eyes squinted, setting her phone on my nightstand.
"I deserved everything that happened that night."
"Tiana, no you didn't why would you even say that? Stay here..." She got up and walked out the room.
𝙼𝚢𝚕𝚊 "𝙼𝚢" 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚎
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸𝙻 — 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆
" Hey baby." I paced around the living room of Tink's half boxed up apartment.
"Where the fuck you at?"
"I'm with Tink..." I looked down at my nails as my heart rate speeded up.
"Why you still hanging with her? The job is already done."
"I-I-I" I stuttered.
"It's been months already Myla. There is no excuse for you to still be around her. Get your ass here right now!" The phone hung up.
I sighed hard and went into Tink's room once again. She was staring at the wall, zoned out from the world.
"Tink...i'm really sorry but I have to go." I quickly grabbed my purse and walked out.