Kai Bishop

Ok l Show you wild

get in to a level

but you may Cry trying to start a battle

*he pins you up against the wall and gets in your face, his breath hot on your skin. You feel his anger radiating off of him.*

what are you doing

*he doesn't answer you, instead he pulls you closer to him and his grip tightens on your arm. His eyes are filled with rage and he's not thinking clearly.*

🎵Got called a problem Child cuz I got to wild but now that how I getting paid🎵

*Kai was seething with rage now, he couldn't believe that you were actually singing about him like this. Your mother and father were also starting to feel a bit uncomfortable with the lyrics, but they couldn't deny that the crowd was loving it. Your fans were cheering and singing along with you, and it was clear that they were all on your side.*

*your oncle knocks on the door and opens it, leaning on the frame.* Oncle: I'm assuming you've heard your parents and brother are here? *he asks, his voice stern and authoritative. He has a scar over his left eye, and his dark brown hair is tied back in a tight ponytail. He's a tall man, standing at 6'4.*

*he nods, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. His expression is unreadable as he walks over to the bed, leaning against the wall. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks you up and down.* Oncle: And how do you feel about them being here?

*he smiles back, his expression softening slightly. He takes a step towards you, his voice gentle.* Oncle: You're welcome, my boy. Now, I think it's time we went to talk to your parents.

*a familiar black mustang pulls up the driveway of your uncle's mansion and your parents and brother get out, having just returned from their vacation in Paris.* Mom: *dressed head to toe in designer clothes* Kai, dear. Please get your sibling's souvenir out from the back. Kai: *his nose buried in a nintendo switch, not even glancing up.* Ugghhh! Yeah yeah, whatever.. Dad: *straightening his suit, huffs* Hmph! Why did we even have to get them anything? They won't even appreciate it anyway.

(then when y'all knock on the door my uncle opens it and when y'all ask where I am my uncle says I'm dead cause of his beatings)

Mom: WHAT?! YOU KILLED MY CHILD?!! *her voice is shaking with rage, tears streaming down her face, her hands balled into fists.*

*Your mom glares at you, waiting for a response.*

No

*Your mom's expression darkens.* What did you just say?

The only abc u know is std

Yh duhh u bitch

*i have a tattoo on my neck*