INTRODUCTION
"Its gonna be ok Tammy", my mama yelled as I cried my eyes out.
"How could you say it will be ok he's dead! He's gone he's never coming back!"
I watched as the paul barriers carried my boyfriends casket away along with his bestfriend right behind him. Someone killed them and i don't understand why! Has anyone ever heard of fighting and just let it go. And now because some stupid fuck my man of 3 years is gone.
"I'm not going to the cemetary", I yelled walking out of the church.
"You can't drive out of here like that Tammy", my mama yelled but i was already gone. Just before i reached my car I felt a hand grab my arm causing chills to run through my body. I turned to see my bestfriend Spec breathing heavy i guess from running to catch up with me.
"Come on Tee why you disrespecting ya mama like dat huh?", he asked closing the door back that I tried to open.
"Look Spec I didnt ask for you to come over here judging how I speak to my mother ok so if you will just leave me alone I will be going home.", I said opening the door once again.
"You musta forgot who I am man dont turn ya back on me!", he yelled way outta proportion.
"Kiss my ass", I yelled jumping into my car and speeding off.
When I got to my apartment I kicked off my gucci pumps and slid off my black dress. I didnt even bother to put on anything else I just layed down gently on my bed. My house phone started to ring off the hook. I knew who it was(Spec or my mom) so I didnt bother to even answer. My life was pretty much screwed, what am I to do now? My mama made it seem like it was ok that he died. All that "he's in a better place" crap isn't enough for me. If I can't see him, feel him, or kiss him one more time he's just gone and thats it. I have to face the fact that he's never coming back. It will take me a while to get over this. Spec is my bestfriend and I should apologize for the way I acted but my stubborn ways won't let me do it. I turned to my side facing my window. The same direction where my picture frame holds a picture of Anthony, my boyfriend.He was only 18 about to graduate and do something with his life. I laid the picture face down to try and calm my cries. What the hell I can't do this! This life is just TWISTED!.
"How could you say it will be ok he's dead! He's gone he's never coming back!"
I watched as the paul barriers carried my boyfriends casket away along with his bestfriend right behind him. Someone killed them and i don't understand why! Has anyone ever heard of fighting and just let it go. And now because some stupid fuck my man of 3 years is gone.
"I'm not going to the cemetary", I yelled walking out of the church.
"You can't drive out of here like that Tammy", my mama yelled but i was already gone. Just before i reached my car I felt a hand grab my arm causing chills to run through my body. I turned to see my bestfriend Spec breathing heavy i guess from running to catch up with me.
"Come on Tee why you disrespecting ya mama like dat huh?", he asked closing the door back that I tried to open.
"Look Spec I didnt ask for you to come over here judging how I speak to my mother ok so if you will just leave me alone I will be going home.", I said opening the door once again.
"You musta forgot who I am man dont turn ya back on me!", he yelled way outta proportion.
"Kiss my ass", I yelled jumping into my car and speeding off.
When I got to my apartment I kicked off my gucci pumps and slid off my black dress. I didnt even bother to put on anything else I just layed down gently on my bed. My house phone started to ring off the hook. I knew who it was(Spec or my mom) so I didnt bother to even answer. My life was pretty much screwed, what am I to do now? My mama made it seem like it was ok that he died. All that "he's in a better place" crap isn't enough for me. If I can't see him, feel him, or kiss him one more time he's just gone and thats it. I have to face the fact that he's never coming back. It will take me a while to get over this. Spec is my bestfriend and I should apologize for the way I acted but my stubborn ways won't let me do it. I turned to my side facing my window. The same direction where my picture frame holds a picture of Anthony, my boyfriend.He was only 18 about to graduate and do something with his life. I laid the picture face down to try and calm my cries. What the hell I can't do this! This life is just TWISTED!.
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