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9. “don’t listen to me, listen to them” | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: Who will you believe?
Rating: Mature (language)
Genre: Romance, angst
Word Count: 311
A/N: I initially posted this without formatting a few days ago. I've now come back to make edits including adding the taglist. If you already read this, sorry. ✌🏾
Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

“Why were you even alone together?” you demanded, your heart pounding in your chest. You stood in the kitchen, arms crossed tightly, watching Letitia pace back and forth.
She paused, turning to face you, her brow furrowed. “I told you, it wasn’t like that. We were just talking.”
“Talking? My friends saw you leaving together! They said you were all over that hoe,” you shot back, anger bubbling up inside you. “What you expect me to think?”
“Really? You’re going to believe them over me?” Letitia replied, disbelief lacing her tone.
“And why shouldn’t I? It looks bad! I don’t even know who this bitch is,” you said, frustration creeping into your voice.
“Because it’s not what you think!” she said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You’re jumping to conclusions!”
“Maybe I’m jumping to conclusions because you keep fucking lying!” You took a step closer, feeling the tension amplify. “I just know you hiding shit from me.”
Letitia closed her eyes for a moment, visibly trying to rein in her temper. “Look, I’m not cheating on you! I care about you!”
“Then why do I feel like I’m losing you?” you snapped, your voice trembling. “You’re out here making me feel like I’m not enough.”
She took a deep breath, frustration spilling over. “Whatever, fuck it. Don’t listen to me, listen to them. If you think I’m that type of person, maybe you should trust what you believe instead of what I’m telling you.”
You felt the sting of her words hit hard. “So, that’s it? You’d rather I feel like this than you be honest with me?”
“Do you even trust me?” she shot back, her eyes locking onto yours with a fire that matched your own. The silence hung between you, and in that moment, it felt like everything you’d built together was on the verge of crumbling.

