Untitled -- Dricki

Nicki walked into her and Drake's shared home and was instantly hit with the scent of alcohol and marijuana. She rolled her eyes. They hadn't even lived together for a complete month and he was making her regret it.

She began walking towards the loud voices and music, irritation was lingering around her. When she came home from interviews, performances, appearances, ect. the last thing she wanted was to be around a bunch of people. He didn't understand that though. He always had to bring the party back home. Monday thru Sunday.

"What's up baby?" He came and wrapped his arms around her from behind her. He smelled horrible and she was supporting his weight.

"Come on." She walked him into an office nearby and closed the door. "We need to talk."

"I missed you." He began kissing her.

"Stop." She said sternly while pushing him back. She looked in his eyes and he wasn't there. She hated being around him, and anybody else, who drunk until they left their bodies.

"But-"

"No, Drake. Look, you can't keep having people over like this."

"Why?" He looked at her as though she had three heads.

"Because, it makes me uncomfortable."

"No."

"What?!"

"I said, NO. This is my house. You don't run shit Nicki. If I wanted to be told what to do I would move in with my mother."

"Ok." She took a deep breath and headed towards the door.

"Where you going?"

"To Safaree's." She tried to walk out but he blocked the door.

"Why you always run to that nigga? You must be fucking him."

"Really?" She laughed. "I run to him because I have no where else to go when my boyfriend makes me feel like a stranger in my own home! If anybody should be accused of cheating it should be YOU!"

"Me?" He pointed to himself and sounded shocked.

"Yeah, you the one who got hoes running in and out of here! You're always drunk and high. You wouldn't even remember sleeping with one of these girls."

"How would you know?" He said coldly just as a girl came knocking on the door, saying his name through giggles.

"Oh?" She nodded and proceeded to the door. He tried to pull her back. "Get off me!"

"You can't leave! You're the best thing since this music shit!"

"You know why you can't keep a relationship? Huh? Because you're caught IN this music shit. You always chasing after the wrong females and the good ones you turn bad with your antics. . .but not me."

"Ni-"

"If you were trying to get rid of me," she began to tear up. "then you got your wish."

The girl was still knocking at the door but they tuned her out. They locked eye contact. Neither wanted this but they didn't want to change habits that had followed them for years. When a tear fell from his eyes she turned the knob. She didn't turn back to give her last words.

"If I wanted to live unpredictably, like I did as a child, I would move in with my father." And with that, she left.