?Karmic ending?

Bryony's POV

Bitch?!.
Who the the fuck she calling a bitch.

"Who the fuck you calling a bitch? Scrawny ass hoe!" I shouted on top of my lungs.

"What are you doing with my boyfriend. If anything your the hoe not me!" she yelled shooting up on her feet, slamming her hands on the coffee table.

Ohh she got me all way fucked up now.

I threw my bag on the floor, storming right for the hot headed blonde but I was pushed back by long arms and a brick like chest.

He only shook his head, his dark brown hair following his movements.

"Move up out my damn way so I can smack this bitch"

"No" he simply replied before turning to girl that was red as a tomato due to her anger.

"Leave and don't let me have to drag you because you know I will" he said his voice almost breaking because of it's rasps.

"I wanted to see who you were in such a hurry to meet right after I sucked your dick!" she shouted coming closer in his face.

I cocked my head to the side,my eye lashes blinking rapidly, peering up at the handsome man.

"Give us a minute" he said glancing over to me for a moment.

I raised my hands in defeat and walked right out the door.

Not even 5 seconds after I left I started hearing yelling and screaming, most of which were feminine.

I scrolled through Instagram picked my nose totally unbothered by the chaos unfolding behind me.

After all it wasn't any of my business. As long as she's in one piece.

One piece. Get it. Yeah I know you do.

My phone pinged with a notification and I hurriedly went to the chat.

Username@: you taking good care of yourself. Love to see it.

When am I not taking care of myself but okay....I guess he was just trying to be nice.

I went further down my posts and scrolled down. I paused and smiled at the memories between Maurice and I.

Me: I stay looking 20/10 watchu talking bout my nigga.

Username@: 😂ight the lady has spoken.Question, why you been ghosting me the past few months.I thought we would always try to stay in contact.

The door opened violently and out walked the screaming woman with a gorgeous purse.

At least she got taste.

"Your gonna come crawling back to me like you always do. It's only a matter of time before you see what you really had" she pushed at his chest.

"But this time I won't be waiting on you" she threatened before walking past me with a heated glare and I returned it.

I know you don't want this smoke missy.

After staring at her for a few more seconds I could hear the clearing of his throat.

I looked over at him to see red scratches on his neck and cheeks.

Ouch. She sure took him for a needle cushion or sumth.

I walked inside and then my stupid sub conscious started to kick in.

You sure you want to be in the middle of his mess?. I mean he has a girl that is crazy as hell but still he tried shooting shots at you. He must be problematic I mean look at him.