SURPRISE! What's up, folks! If you haven't heard already, Screw Me Over is turning into a duology!!!! Yaaaaaayyyyy!

Originally, the girls were supposed to just be a fun little stand-alone story that I hold near and dear to my heart. However, from a few friends, fellow writers, and the ladies of the story speaking to me from heaven, I was forced (kidding) to make another book. Not to mention, I just can't stay away from the girls too long so HERE WE ARE!

So the second book is set to start January 15th, 2021 (Tiffany's 24th birthday) but they came a bit earlier! So now they're here! So be prepared for some crazy shit coming on that day! Lol sorry!

So while you guys wait, I decided to do something special today (September 11th) since it's Jessica's 25th birthday. I wanted to share a preview of what I have so far for  Screw Us Over in honor of her and the girls. I hope you guys enjoy! I can't wait to see what you guys think!

There are some trigger warnings: Thoughts of suicide, violence, cursing (like y'all haven't heard every curse word there is already in this book), sensual mentions, and signs of what could possibly be bipolar disorder and depression (please correct me if I'm wrong after reading it).

So enjoy the first preview of Screw Us Over! Let me know what you think and I'll see you in 2021!

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Tea Time with Jess

"You can not sit there and tell me you ain't ever been over it. Over life. People. The bullshit. So over it to where you just want to end it all. Take your life...or theirs."

"Have you been feeling that way lately, Mrs-"

"Don't. Fucking. Call. Me. That. That bullshit ass last name that don't mean shit to me right now. I laugh at the fact that I even got married in the first place. But it's Jessica."

"Okay, Jessica. Have you been feeling like that a lot lately?"

"Honestly, I don't know what I've been feeling lately. Everything is all up in the air. Well, right now, I feel like that. Yes, but...damn it. If I were really over this shit, I would've left a long time ago. I'd have my own house...by myself. Probably would be a famous artist with a ton of money and all of that...but I'd still be lonely. Happiness would come in and out of my space like a fly in the house. Always looking for a way out."

"What's got you here today, Jessica?"

"The court order, duh. That's what. Otherwise, I'd probably be in my bed tossing and turning in my sleep while that bitch was out doing whatever the fuck she wanted to do."

"Well, what-"

"Do you think I really chose to be here right now?"

"No. Not at all, Jessica. Let's just talk about your marriage. We'll start off with that since it seems to be heavy on your mind."

"Ha! 'Marriage'. Nobody told me that being married would be stressful. They didn't tell me that being married to a woman would be two times that. This bitch is the reason why I'm here today. The reason why all of this shit is going on. If I could...if I really could have my way with her, I'd chop this hoe up. Every last body part would be sold off to her 'biggest' fans. I'd fry her up and feed her to the kids thinking that they're having chicken that evening. I'D BUST. A. CAP. IN. HER. BITCH. ASS."

"Jess-"

"YOU GUYS JUST WON'T LET ME HAVE MY DAMN WAY! (...) Apparently, it's against the law to decapitate a shitty ass person."

"Jess..."

"What?"

"Why are you crying?"

"...because as much as she pisses me off...she still makes my heart skip a beat. She still makes me fall for her every time. She's like the final piece to the puzzle to my life. I've done everything I could for her...out of love. Affection. Adoration."

"What about her makes you feel like this?"

"Hm. Everything about her. My whole life has pretty much revolved around her. You think I'd just give up 10 whole years of my life to just anyone? That's some bullshit right there. How do you just give up ten years of your life to someone and let them keep it? How do you just move on with someone else? How do you just start all over? I can't do that. That's almost half of my life. I refuse to waste those years of my life just to be with someone else. If I can't have her, no one can."

"But what makes you so angry with her specifically?"

"The bullshit that comes with this bitch! Let me tell you this. She's driven me down a whole other road of crazy. I'm not even angry anymore."

"Jessica -"

"I'm enraged...infurated...FUCK! I'VE FALLEN INTO A PIT OF ACRIMONY OVER THIS BITCH!"

"Jess-"

"Can you believe I've almost took my own life because of her? This is how she makes me feel so often. So so often. It's so fucking bad that I can't leave her. I won't."

"Jessica, maybe you can tell me how this all began while you lay on the floor. I know it hurts."

"The first time she tried to pull the wool over my damn eyes is where this all began. Like I didn't know she was fucking that hoe in the locker room. Bitch, the whore was being loud as fuck."

"Should I ask what you did? I want to say you forgave her."

"Yeah, after I bopped both of them upside the head with a baseball bat. The whore had a concussion and her head bled. Jana's mom was so pissed off she pressed charges. With the help of my ex at the time, I didn't stay in jail long. Speaking of that asshat, you know he got married? Guess who he's married to? Just take a good guess."

"Hm...maybe your sister?"

"I don't have any siblings. Unless you want to call my cousin my sister. We're just that close, but no. He got married to my best friend's enemies. I think her name is like Megan or shit like that. Ain't that crazy? The fact that this man is married is beyond me."

"That sounds interesting."

"Doesn't it? Never thought they'd be together. Anyway, I dated him for a quick minute until Jana's lonely ass came crawling back to me like I didn't fuck up her head. The flirting, the fucking around...You know she fucked around with another one of my best friends right? She still doesn't think I know about that little 'science experiment' that they were doing on Carmon's aunt's kitchen table. Or about all of the other times they 'experimented' together. Same anatomy class, my ass."

"She really doesn't know?"

"Goodness, let me sit up from this floor. My back hurts."

"Take your time."

"Anyway, hell no because she's stupid as fuck. All of the times Carmon got finger-fucked by my then girlfriend, they both never knew about it. They had a 'secret' relationship and I played along like I never knew. Why? Because I wanted her to continue thinking that way and I was blinded by love in the worst way. After this little science experiment, she moved on to other curvy bitches. That's when I stopped being so quiet."

"Why didn't you say anything to her when she was messing with your best friend?"

"Because that whore had everyone attached to her. Wrapped around her fucking pinky. Hell, she almost had me wrapped around it at one point. Not to mention, we are best friends. I figured she'd eventually talk Jana out of not doing that anymore and she did. Jana was pissed about it and moved on to other bitches. Plus, killing her wouldn't have been so friendly."

"What about the other women? You said something to her about them."

"Duh! Because that's when I realized she had a type. I wasn't, still am not, and will never be that fucking type. For some odd reason, she still kept me around."

"What's that type, Jessica?"

"These thick bimbos with so much body and a lot to lose so they just throw themselves out there like a bunch of prostitutes. The plastic bitches that have all the money in the world just to get what the men and lesbians love. The ones that'll use the same hand they jerked a man off with to make your drink. Those dumb bitches."

"And- Jessica?"

"What?"

"Well, I was going to say there's no drinking or smoking allowed in the office."

"(...) Do you seriously want to tell a broken woman that right now?"

"Sorry...sorry. Just thought I'd mention it-"

"You know what? I've been cheated my entire life. Things were stolen from me since the day I came from my Mama's cave. May she rest in hell, by the way. Been lied to since before I knew what a lie really was. So for you to tell me how and when to grieve is....actually hypocrisy on your part because aren't you supposed to just sit there and listen to my ass?!"

"You're right. I'm sorry. Do what makes you feel comfortable. However, I'd like to ask this. What was the last straw for you? What made you do what you did and end up here?"

"Ugh...Lisa and Katheryn."

"Who is-"

"Lisa is the new manager over Jana. That brown-headed tractor tramp thinks she knows everything about music but hasn't picked up a damn recorder in her life. Katheryn's the lead singer of this terrible ass band who recently discovered that she was in to women all of the sudden. You should guess the first woman she had her murky little green eyes on. Go ahead. Guess."

"Definitely wasn't Carmon. Was it Jana?"

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! My so-called wife."

"So what did they do to make you do what you did?"

"They pushed me to my limits. Played with my psyche really well and succeeded. These whores played the game and got my ass...for now anyway. I'd like to think we're in a gruesome game of Monopoly. Never-ending, risk-taking, and cautious. These whores don't know who the fuck they've messed with. The main piece of shit just so happens to be my wife. Ain't that sad?"

"What exactly happened on that evening, Jessica?"

"(...) Wouldn't you like to know? Would you believe me if I told you that evening just so happen to be our anniversary?"