Dwade P.O.V.
I woke up in my apartment with my son, Junior, on my chest and my brother, Shawn, at my feet.
I kissed Jr.'s forehead and looked at da ceilin.
(A/N: Junior will be called different things thorought the story. But his full name is Dwade Maraj Rodgers Jr. Lol I just gave you a clue as to how this story is going to continue...)
Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered me and my twin goin separate ways.
*Recap...*
We sat in the closet with our hands wrapped around each other bodies.
Dead silence.
I saw a dark figure move swiftly around my father's body.
"You should've just listened, you piece of shit. Look what dafuq you made me do." A male voice said in a deep tone.
"I-I scared of bad man." Dwayne said in a shakey low voice.
"Shh." I said even doh I'm scared too.
I looked ova tuh him and I could see da fear that ova took him. I turned my attention back tuh da dark figure who was not there anymore.
I was brought outta my daydream of wah happened when Junior called for me.
"Daddy, daddy."
"Yes?" I answered.
I looked ova tuh him.
"I'm hungry." He said as he rubbed his stomach.
I rubbed my forehead, smiled and sighed.
"Witchu wanna eat?" I asked.
"Chicken." My brother replied.
"I didn't ask you."
"I want sum chicken too daddy." Junior said while jumpin up and down on da bed.
I chuckled. "Shawn you cookin it, I got business tuh take care of."
"But you'll join us after, right?" Junior said wit a puppy dog face.
"I gotchu."
I got up and started wit my daily routine.
Dwayne P. O. V.
I threw on sum cloths cuz I'm boutta get sum new ones so wahs da point.
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Living As A Maraj(Adopted by Nicki Minaj Story)
FanficAt da age of 6 I saw my whole family killed. I ran from da adoption centers and lived on my own since. Did I tell ya my name? Should I? Minus well, I don't have anything ta lose. My name is Dwayne Rodgers and dis is da story of how I became a Maraj.
