Chapter One: Gyals
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::. Cymphony Campbell .::
My blood boiled as I stared at Prince and his little side chic, Bree. I knew he was having affairs with her since the minute I introduced them to each other for the "first time".
"Cymphony," He caught a glance of me and jolted up off of her. Bree gripped the sheets and held them up to cover her body.
"Were you standing there the whole time?" He asked, coming over to me with his naked body covered in tattoos. I nodded in response and stared into his dark brown eyes.
"You know she means nothing to me, baby." He leaned in closer and kissed me. I quickly shoved his face away and rubbed his residue off my lips. I saw him give her head too.
"So it's like that now?"
I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs. I wasn't even going to waste my breath, cussing and carrying on. He's cheated too many times for me to all of a sudden blow up.
I sat down in the living room and turned on the TV to BET channel. Obsession was playing and although I've seen it a billion times, I still liked to watch Beyonce whoop some ass towards the ending.
Five minutes into the movie, Bree came downstairs fully dressed with her hair in a messy pony tail. I glared at her as she came into the living room with a smirk on her face. "I had fun."
I gave her a thumbs up instead of opening my mouth. She came closer to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I see why you like him so much."
She giggled and turned around. I shot up out my seat and yanked her to the floor by the back of her shirt. I kneed her in the face, making sure I hit her right in the nose.
"Cym!" Prince yelled, running downstairs. He pushed me away from her and grabbed her by her hair. "Bitch I said don't talk to her, see why?"
Her nose was spilling blood that was spoiling her shirt and jeans. "Get that bitch out my house!"
Prince looked at me before assisting her out the house. I heard the door close and Prince came back into the living room to comfort me. I was a minute away from cussing his out for not having his hoes in check.
"You have no chill." He came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes and ignored his presence as I kept my eyes on the movie. He shook me roughly side to side, immediately projecting my attention to him once again.
"I'm speaking to you,"
"Well I'm not speaking to you. If you gonna fuck bitches in this house, make sure I'm not here to watch. You know my hours, don't play games."
"Alright, baby. I love you."
I ignored him and nodded. He released me from his hold and walked upstairs. I sat down as soon as I heard the shower go on and the door close. I stared at the TV, thinking about Prince and Bree. Bree was a girl I met while I was locked up for awhile. We both made bail on the same day. Prince came to come get me, so I introduced her to him so he'd give her a ride. Two days later, I caught her leaving my house with only a tank top and his basketball shorts on. Two weeks later she was up and down his call log, talking on the phone for hours. Two months later, today, she's in his bed.
"Can't trust no bitch!" I slammed my fist down on the arm rest of the chair. I was filled with anger that I needed to dish out.
I met Prince when I was twelve years old. My momma kicked me out the house after numerous attempts to steal from her. Most attempts I was successful, the other attempts she caught me. After the third time catching me, she kicked me out. I was on the streets for three days straight until Prince took me in. Prince was a low key pimp who took in young girls who had similar stories to mine. Only difference between those girls and I is that he never put me out to sell my body.
