Page 8 of We Could Be Better

Bella

I told Cash ass once before about fucking with me; I was not about to lose my nigga to a bitch that aint have shit on me.

Hell who am I kidding this bitch had it all that’s why I knew soon or later I was going to lose Cash.

I didn’t want to stab him but he pissed me off when he stepped in the way and took up for her.

He told me that he would never hurt me; he said I would be his forever.

“Why the fuck did she had to come around and ruin everything?” I screamed hitting the wheel over and over

“Bitch you know I’m in nursing school and can’t get in any trouble. You didn’t tell me that we were going there and start a fight. You didn’t even say you and Cash were no longer together.” My firend Tosha said.

Tosha wasn’t anything like me, that’s why sometimes I wonder how are we still friends.

She had it all a loving and caring family while me on the other hand I was stepping over needles every damn day.

I stayed in the projects and like any other female around I got it out the mud, that’s why I can’t lose Cash.

He took my off my mom pissy ass sofa and put money in my pockets I can’t go back there especially after the way I treated them once I started getting a little money.

I hated that bitch Kyra and felt I had to compete with her since the first time I slept with Cash.

I had never even seen the bitch. He had never even spoke on her name to me, but every time I asked him to cove the tattoo up he flat out refused.

In the club that night I made all that shit up to get under her skin.

Cash never even spoke of her ass, but that tattoo spoke volume.

Once he decided not to say anything about what I was saying in the club that night I just figured that I might as well continue talking.

“Bitch im tired of you acting like a fucking saint. Think I don’t know about you sleeping with somebody else man.”

Tosha and I were alike in many ways she didn’t I knew her kids father were in a relationship already.

She walking around here with her fucking head in the clouds looking down on other.

The bitch just like everybody else out here; she just didn’t have to trick a nigga for money because she had her own.

But she was no better than us trying to give advice when her nigga not even her nigga.

“Oh no ma’am you will not talk to me any kind of way because your nights is not going as planned. My kids father have nothing to do with this so keep him out of.”

“Oh really? Should we turn back around and go tell that girl you fucking with her kids father?”

“You know what Bella drop me off.”

“I thought fucking so!”

I pulled to the curb and put the bitch out my car; she can call a fucking uber since she think she’s better than me.

Bitch always did that shit be around fucking other bitches men, but want to judge.

At least Cash ass was mine and came home to me every night.

Thinking about Cash I started crying; I couldn’t believed I stabbed him.

I was just so mad though I didn’t mean to do it; I just was angry.

I pulled into the entrance of the hospital getting ready to go in and check on him until a tall dark skinned man stopped me.

This nigga was dressed like money and when I say fine just know I meant exactly what I said.

I had to hold my legs together because I didn’t wear panties tonight and my pussy was dripping.

“How you doing pretty lady?” I didn’t even know this man but those words alone had me forgetting about Cash.

“Hi, nice to meet you sir my name is Bella.”

“Bella? I like that well Ms. Bella my name is Deuce and I have a job for you.”

“How much are we talking and what’s the job?”

“How about we discuss that over dinner”

Cash wasn’t checking for me and my pockets were running a little low. I was about to take Deuce up on his over. I just hope I wasn’t making a deal with the devil. I