Prologue

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"I got tired of wasting my energy on the wrong people so I bossed up babygirl," Monica said. "So what I supposed to do next ma," Moneka questioned her mother. "You already know the answer baby make your next move." Moneka got out the car and walked up to the townhouse. She knocked on the door then waited for a respond. "Who that," said a raspy voice. Moneka stood there silently in rage soon as the door opened all she saw was black. Moneka charged at him and then ran to the bedroom to see another female. Moneka noticed the female laying in the bed was her best friend. She instantly charged at her she emptied the whole clip on anybody that got in her way. She then felt something hot shoot through her arm she turned around to see her own mother standing there. Everything started to flash before her she couldn't help but think to herself "my own mother set me up out of all people, why it had to be my own mother I thought she changed."
Moneka didn't panic though she had heart. Moneka laughed gun still aimed ready to bust at her own mother. She didn't think that the day would have to come to this though. She been lost all fear and her sanity due to the things she seen. "Did you forget who birthed you girl, I know you not aiming that gun at me." Moneka laughed once again "nah, remind me who birth me cause u sure didn't raise me." Moneka then fired a shot to her head. She had to think quick on her feet she grabbed a first aid kit removed the bullet from her arm, tried to stitch herself back together, and wrapped it up with a piece of shirt she ripped.

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