Crooked Love

'Good morning, instead of going out I made you breakfast since it's pouring.' 'I hope you like your eggs scrambled, last night was a lot to handle, girl you do some crazy shit with candles..' she laughed and took the plate I made for her and the orange juice in the glass and sipped slow as she grabbed my hand, she told me 'i appreciated the past 24 hours but, my man called while you was gone and I has to leave now..' I looked away I started to shake a little and I tried not to scowl.. 'Awe that's okay, maybe next time, you know?' She replied, 'Yeah..' I turned away from her and smiled, 'yeah? That's all you have to say too me?' I asked myself... 'After all he's done to you?After I covered the bruises on you? Paid your car note too?' She tries to leave so I shoved her up against my wall, 'What the FUCK nigga? I told you I have to go.' I just wanted you to know the next time he tries to kill you don't call my phone. 'Yeah whatever nigga I'll be fine, he's in the driveway anyway.' 'WHAT? YOU BROUGHT THAT NIGGA TO MY HOUSE?' She proceeded to leave, I followed grabbed my shotgun as she dipped out... I opened the door after she reached the car, I cocked, he shot.. 'Get down on the GROUND!' Rang off repeatedly in my head, her screams, now I know what it sounds like when that cop hits on her.. Then i died ...