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go on a cleaning binge then burn pictures. I followed the scent of bleach and burning paper up the stairs to the master bathroom. There I saw my girl sitting at the bathroom window with stacks of my money, pulling off twenty after twenty, setting them on fire, and throwing it out the window.
    Without thinking I rushed toward her and grabbed her throat. My first instinct was to set that bitch on fire and throw her ass out the window, but her gasps for air snapped me back to reality.
    â€œBitch!” I pushed her to the floor and began to gather my money. I grabbed a Gucci duffle and threw my money in there then began to grab some clothes.
    Even though this was my house, I wasn’t going to stay a second longer; otherwise I was definitely catching a charge tonight.
    As I rambled through the closet to pick out a few key pieces of clothing, my girl screamed, “I hate your trifling ass!”
    I ain’t say shit to her ass as I gathered my things. I just needed to get the fuck out of dodge, and fast.
    In five minutes flat, I had my bag packed with enough clothes to last me a week. I glanced around the room one last time before exiting.
    My girl lit a blunt and took a pull from it. She said calmly, “Don’t forget your shit in the bathroom.”
    From the look on that bitch face, I could tell she’d done some real fucked-up shit. I tried to think of the worst possible scenarios as I prepared myself to enter the bathroom.
    I walked in and glanced around, but didn’t notice anything strange. “What the fuck you talking about?” I asked, anxious to get out of the house.
    She shot me a devious smirk. “The bathtub.”
    I took a deep breath as I pulled back the shower curtain. I almost fainted when I looked down. Both of my chinchillas that I’d spent twenty thousand dollars on each were in the tub, soaking in bleach. I could feel my blood pressure rise, the more I looked at them. I ripped the shower curtain down, pulling the rod with it, and stormed out the bathroom.
    My girl stood in the middle of the floor, a Kool-Aid smile on her face.
    Although everything in me said, “Beat that bitch, stomp that whore, whup that trick,” like I was Terrence Howard on Hustle & Flow , I used every ounce of strength I had and walked right past her.
    â€œYeah, that’s what you better do—Walk away, you little pussy!”
    I stopped in my tracks as my girl’s words pierced my ears. “Bitch!” I smacked her, and she fell to the floor. I yelled, “You ain’t shit without me!” and proceeded to rip every piece of clothing and jewelry off her. Then I pulled her down the steps, ass naked. “And get the fuck out my house!” I pulled her out the front door and locked it behind me.
    Once outside, I hopped in my car, leaving my girl standing in the nude as I pulled off. I sped out of the neighborhood and never looked back. My head was racing as I drove. I didn’t know what to think. And the constant ringing of my cell phones was driving me crazy.
    I looked at my phone to see who was blowing me up. It was my man Calico. Then it hit me. Oh shit! I forgot to pay my tab! I know that bitch is tripping too. I did exactly what I told her I wasn’t gon’ do. Damn!
    I busted a U-turn and headed back in the direction of the bar, where I arrived ten minutes later. I jumped out the car and rushed in.
    As soon as I walked through the door, I saw Calico holding Ciara, whispering in her ear. What the fuck y’all doing? I thought as I walked up to them.
    As soon as Calico noticed me, he said, “Touch, get your baby momma, man.”
    As I examined the situation before me, I thought to myself, What the fuck for? It looks like you got her right where you want her, nigga.
    â€œTrayvon, don’t need to do shit,” Ciara snapped. “That’s why that bitch ’bout to get her ass whupped now . . . because of Trayvon.”
    I was wondering how so