Prologue

"Get the fuck out my house bitch!" was all Jada heard before she blacked out. She turned around slowly to face her soon to be ex-girlfriend. "Bitch? Bitch? I got your bitch!" Jada stated as she ran towards Styles in a rage. She began swinging violently as she approached her. Styles blocked every hit and tried to grab Jada's arms but she continued fighting wildly. She finally caught Styles in the face, smacking her so hard she stumbled back in a daze. "Fuck!" Styles screamed as she regained her balance. "Now imma whoop your ass!" she said with venom in her voice. Jada just rolled her eyes. "What the fuck ever, you aint gon do shit. You aint shit, you never were and never will be!" she spat with anger.

Styles became angrier and began to move towards her stating "I aint what? Who the hell been taking care of you for the past two years? Now I aint shit? I moved you in my house, bought you a car and gave you everything you asked for. But now I aint shit...fuck you Jada, you aint shit," was the last thing she said before she slapped the taste out of Jada's mouth. As she fell to the floor she grabbed her face and noticed her lip was bleeding. The impact of the hit had her in a daze. She fought back the tears because she refused to let Styles see her weak. "Thats all you got? Come on Styles, you can do better than that," she laughed. Even though she was still a little dazed and her face was on fire, she stood to her feet.

"You know what Styles? Fuck this house, the car and everything you ever bought me. That shit don't mean nothing to me. After all the shit you put me through, you can have it all back. I don't need it or you," she stated, no longer able to hold back the tears. The only thing on her mind at this point was leaving, never to return. As Jada went to turn around and leave, she felt her neck snap backwards as Styles grabbed her by her pony-tail and threw her clear across the room. Styles walked up to her and lifted her by her shirt. "Yeah, go ahead and talk all that shit now! I don't hear you saying shit now!" she said with a huge smirk on her face. Jada just laughed and spit in her face. Styles stood there stunned and released Jada to wipe her face off. Jada took advantage of the situation and ran towards the night stand.

She picked up the lamp and threw it. Styles tried to move but the lamp ended up clipping her shoulder and shattering on the floor. "Oh now you breaking my shit?!" She ran towards Jada, grabbed her by her throat and threw her against the wall. She was choking her to the point where Jada started seeing spots. Desperate to be released, she started scratching Styles' arms and face. She finally dug her thumbs in her eyes, causing Styles to scream in pain and abruptly let go. Jada fell to her knees coughing and holding her throat, trying to catch her breath. She knew she didn't have much time so she wobbled to her feet and stumbled towards the door. Styles tried to reach out and grab her but she was too fast.

"Fuck you Styles! I fucking hate you! You gonna get yours bitch! I shoulda left your ass a long time ago!" she stated walking towards the door. She heard Styles coming her way and noticed an empty Moet bottle sitting on the coffee table. Jada grabbed the bottle and as Styles lunged at her, she turned and swung the bottle at the same time. The bottle connected with her forehead, causing it to split open and Styles dropped to the floor once again. Jada looked down at a bleeding Styles and said, "Yeah talk all that shit now. I don't hear you saying shit now. Isn't that what you said to me. You gonna regret everything you ever put me through." Jada dropped the bottle, grabbed her keys off the table and walked out the door.

She walked towards her 2006 Toyota Camry, unlocked the doors and hopped inside. Once the car was started and was backing out of the driveway, the only thing on her mind was "Jade is gonna have a field day with this one."