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make ya’ll self at home.”
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“Pull over right here real quick,” Skip told the cab driver as he quickly ran up on a brother who was selling roses on the corner. “Let me get two dozen of these shits,” Skipsaid, handing the man a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change brother,” he said as he slid back in the back seat of the cab. For the entire ride, Skip thought about the look on April’s face when he handed her the roses and tell her he was out the game. I hope she’s cool with moving to Canada, Skip thought out loud as the cab pulled up to the dingy apartment building. “Here you go papi keep the change,” Skip said, handing the cab driver a hundred dollar bill.
Skip hopped up the flight of steps with a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to tell April the good news. As soon as Skip entered the apartment with his key, his smile quickly melted into a frown as he heard a man’s voice coming fromthe living room.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Skip growled as he entered the living room.
“Babes what are you doing here?” April asked, jumping up in shock.
“Fuck all that, what is this nigga doing here?” Skip asked, taking a step closer to the man sitting on the couch.
“This is the pastor from the church,” April blurted out as she stepped in front of Skip, doing her best to keep him away from the pastor.
“What the fuck is he doing in my house?” Skip huffed as he pushed April out of his way.
“Listen brother, I just came over here to pray for your wife,” Pastor Jackson said as he stood up.
“Well you should have been praying for yourself!”
“The only person I fear is God,” Pastor Jackson shot back, raising his voice.
“So you think God can stop me from punching you in your face right now?” Skip asked, balling up his fist.
Before the pastor got a chance to reply, Skip had already caught him with a two-piece to the chin, dropping him off of impact.
Skip went in to stomp the pastor out, but April had grabbed him by the waist trying to hold him back.
“Get the fuck off me,” Skip growled as he turned and slapped April down to the floor.
“Daddy what are you doing?” Little Michael asked, peeking down the hallway to see what all the commotion was.
“Its okay Mike. Go to your room. Everything is fine,” Skip said, pasting a fake smile on his face. In that split second, Pastor Jackson quickly made it to his feet and threw Skip in a chokehold from behind.
“I’m about to send you straight to hell you son of a bitch,” Pastor Jackson snarled, as spit flew from his mouth with every word he spoke. Pastor Jackson quickly dropped to the floor and wrapped his legs around Skip’s waist applying more pressure.
Once Little Michael saw the pastor put his father in a chokehold, he quickly ran to the phone and dialed 911.
“Let him go!” April yelled, as she tried to pryPastor Jackson’s arms from around Skip’s neck.
April looked over and saw Skip gasping for air as his face turned red as an apple. She knew she had to do something and do it fast. With not many options left, April quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Without thinking twice she jabbed the knife in Pastor Jackson’s side three times until he released the hold he had on Skip’s neck.
“You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you!” Pastor Jackson grumbled, as he slowly made his way towards April with the devil in his eyes.
“Just leave,” April yelled as tears ran down her face.
“I am after I lay hands on you,” Pastor Jackson said in a deadly tone. His mouth had gone dry and sour, his hands curled into fists. As he came forward, she retreated a step. Everything seemed to be going slow inside April’s head, but itmust have all happened in less than a minute.
“Just leave! If you come any closer, I’m going to stab the shit outta you,” April yelled as she backed into the wall, clutching the knife with two hands.
Skip slowly made it back to his feet and grabbed the glass vase from off the
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“Pull over right here real quick,” Skip told the cab driver as he quickly ran up on a brother who was selling roses on the corner. “Let me get two dozen of these shits,” Skipsaid, handing the man a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change brother,” he said as he slid back in the back seat of the cab. For the entire ride, Skip thought about the look on April’s face when he handed her the roses and tell her he was out the game. I hope she’s cool with moving to Canada, Skip thought out loud as the cab pulled up to the dingy apartment building. “Here you go papi keep the change,” Skip said, handing the cab driver a hundred dollar bill.
Skip hopped up the flight of steps with a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to tell April the good news. As soon as Skip entered the apartment with his key, his smile quickly melted into a frown as he heard a man’s voice coming fromthe living room.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Skip growled as he entered the living room.
“Babes what are you doing here?” April asked, jumping up in shock.
“Fuck all that, what is this nigga doing here?” Skip asked, taking a step closer to the man sitting on the couch.
“This is the pastor from the church,” April blurted out as she stepped in front of Skip, doing her best to keep him away from the pastor.
“What the fuck is he doing in my house?” Skip huffed as he pushed April out of his way.
“Listen brother, I just came over here to pray for your wife,” Pastor Jackson said as he stood up.
“Well you should have been praying for yourself!”
“The only person I fear is God,” Pastor Jackson shot back, raising his voice.
“So you think God can stop me from punching you in your face right now?” Skip asked, balling up his fist.
Before the pastor got a chance to reply, Skip had already caught him with a two-piece to the chin, dropping him off of impact.
Skip went in to stomp the pastor out, but April had grabbed him by the waist trying to hold him back.
“Get the fuck off me,” Skip growled as he turned and slapped April down to the floor.
“Daddy what are you doing?” Little Michael asked, peeking down the hallway to see what all the commotion was.
“Its okay Mike. Go to your room. Everything is fine,” Skip said, pasting a fake smile on his face. In that split second, Pastor Jackson quickly made it to his feet and threw Skip in a chokehold from behind.
“I’m about to send you straight to hell you son of a bitch,” Pastor Jackson snarled, as spit flew from his mouth with every word he spoke. Pastor Jackson quickly dropped to the floor and wrapped his legs around Skip’s waist applying more pressure.
Once Little Michael saw the pastor put his father in a chokehold, he quickly ran to the phone and dialed 911.
“Let him go!” April yelled, as she tried to pryPastor Jackson’s arms from around Skip’s neck.
April looked over and saw Skip gasping for air as his face turned red as an apple. She knew she had to do something and do it fast. With not many options left, April quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Without thinking twice she jabbed the knife in Pastor Jackson’s side three times until he released the hold he had on Skip’s neck.
“You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you!” Pastor Jackson grumbled, as he slowly made his way towards April with the devil in his eyes.
“Just leave,” April yelled as tears ran down her face.
“I am after I lay hands on you,” Pastor Jackson said in a deadly tone. His mouth had gone dry and sour, his hands curled into fists. As he came forward, she retreated a step. Everything seemed to be going slow inside April’s head, but itmust have all happened in less than a minute.
“Just leave! If you come any closer, I’m going to stab the shit outta you,” April yelled as she backed into the wall, clutching the knife with two hands.
Skip slowly made it back to his feet and grabbed the glass vase from off the
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