August Pov5 Months later
I'm writing a letter to Aniyah before I go on this last and final mission to get my sister back.. Alexis has been going through hell out there with Natasha. (My mom) That nigga touches her every night and he even got her pregnant but beat her so bad that she lost it. I'm about to go down there and kill them and save my sister. The feds watching me because I've tried to get Alexis back nonstop and someone tipped off that I'm a drug lord. But at this point, I don't care. They can lock me up, kill me.. idc.. but I'm getting my sister back.
The letter reads:Dear Aniyah,
I don't always do what I should, but I do what I gotta do, when you been at the bottom you see the hunger inside of you. Don't say what you won't do, cause it can all change.. when the going gets tough, it'll drive you insane. See I done dodged a couple shots,saved a couple blocks , hit a couple corners, tryna shake a couple cops. I broke a couple rules, didn't graduate from school cause I was busy hustling man I thought that shit was cool. See I gotta keep it real with ya baby , cause the shit I used to do is what made me, and I'm hoping I ain't gotta go back to the trap cause we really know that we don't really want that. But if I don't make it home tonight, tell my children that I love em, leave some flowers for Kamia, girl I love you. But if I don't make it home tonight, take some money to my sister , I don't ever want her chasing after niggas. Cause niggas out here dying everyday and they ain't no bad they just tryna make a way, and I ain't no different, so if I go missing,these are my last wishes, I hope you get em right girl of I don't make it home tonight. I know it's harsh but this is how I feel man its coming from the heart. I hope it doesn't end the way it had to start. Cause it started out bad but I made it this far.. Aniyah I really do love you. Its beyond the baby.. I really fucked up. I just want you to know I love you if anything happens to me. After this, if I make it back, I'm quitting this shit and I'm going to play for OKC.. they told me they need me on their team even though I didn't graduate, they can pull strings and get me enrolled while I'm on the team. I'm going to the NBA Aniyah.. I want you and my daughters to be on my side. . Ok well I gotta go, I really love you though.
August.
I put my blackcard with 200 million on it inside of the envelope as I sealed it.
This time, it's do or die.
Aniyah POV
The next morning..
"Chris stoppppppp!" I whined and laughed as he tickled me.
"Nope!!" He kissed me as he rubbed my belly. I just recently started showing. Its a cute baby bump.As for me and August, we are actually really close. He's like my bestfriend , after we got passed that 'We still have feelings for each other' phase, we became friends. I mean, I'll always feel for him but, a relationship isn't appropriate anymore. Plus, he's been under a lot of stress between Leilani's bullshit and trying to get Alexis back. Leilani is acting a damn fool... so she "miscarried" like a month ago, but then magically she's pregnant again. Me and August think she's lying just to get money. She nonstop sending threats to us but she not gone do shit . . Alexis is going through it back in New Orleans.. it's just a lot. And on top of that, Chris still doesn't want August around. Its like he can't get past shit. So when I go to see or kick it with August, I have to lie.. I mean yeah I feel bad but, it's not that serious. . We're not fucking or anything.
"Babe!" Chris pulled me out of my thoughts. "U-uh yeah?"
"Your phone keep going off. Karina texting you." "Okay. Thanks babe."
I said as I picked my phone up and read the text. "Karina" is really August's number. . That's the only way we can keep in touch without Chris being mad.
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