𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 // 𝘥𝘸

𝘵𝘸𝘰

𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦

FUCK MEN!

I DONT NEED MEN!

That is now my life motto... kinda intense but it get the job done.

I spent 2 years looking for the fucking asshole. I gave up the 2nd year and began to focus on myself. Mostly on my anger issues and trying to handle them but that hasn't really worked out. I'm still a bitch it ain't changing.

I involved myself in an unnecessary gang 3 years ago and well I became their uh how do I put this in a none weird way.... I became their hit man and well it's not like I didn't know how to kill people before, I just now kill them if their deal didn't really go through you know.

I learned how to fight, kill, deal with business, all that fun stuff. I got a lot of money too but I'm done with the whole gang business stuff, I'm moving back home. With my brother. I haven't seen him since I was 14. We also ended on bad terms.

He wanted to stay in Tulsa Oklahoma, with our mom. I wanted to go off with with our disappointing father. I mean at the time I didn't think he was complete shit until he was like 'I'm going to the bathroom wait on the train' the train left to New York and well I think it is safe to say that he went to the store to get milk.

         I lived on the streets for 5 months then I met Dallas Winston. We became good friends, stole some money got an apartment, became roommates for 5 years then the bitch left.

      Now I'm going to go home for the first time in 6 years, hope Steve's not a bitch. I haven't even texted or called him, I don't even follow him on any social media platforms. No one knows I'm going back home for a while.

       I was going to drive there cause I didn't want to leave my beautiful old vintage classic car. I have a raven black 1964 Ford Mustang convertible. It has a beautiful fast engine, I had to fix it up myself, I even added some modern tech into it, took 2 years but I did it. I love cars. Especially old cars.

       I started to pack all my stuff in boxes, I sold my furniture and most of everything in my apartment. Made more cash which was really good. If you didn't notice I dropped out like at 15, I'm 19 now, so is Dallas. Steve is younger then me by a year so he's 18.

      It was a long drive from New York to Tulsa, it took me about 2-3 days, I stopped at night to sleep, I didn't like driving at night much I mean I do but I was driving all day I needed some sleep. I didn't sleep in hotels or motels, I slept in my car, it was easier.

     I started driving into town and everything looked the same. It seemed like I just drove into the 70s or something. Everything looked old, not saying it's a bad thing it's just different.

      I had to stop for gas cause my baby needed some fuel to get her going. I mean I was close to home but I needed a full tank. I parked my car in front of a gas pump, then got out. It was hot as balls here. I mean it wasn't that hot but I was wearing a leather jacket in 80 degree weather. I want to look hot don't judge me.

      I pumped my own gas then went into the small store. There was a big sign that read DX. I walked over to the liquor section in the  store and got some rum, tequila, and beer. I set it down on the counter and started ringing the bell a bunch of times.

      Great customer service.

      I sighed to myself and kept ringing the bell.

     "Hi sorry, welcome to the DX" this boy with blue eyes and a DX shirt came out from the back of the store. I noticed he had smudged lipstick on his lips and fresh hickeys on his jaw.

     "Havin' fun back there?" I smirked and wiped his lips with my thumb.

      "Y-yeah" he stuttered, knowing what I was doing, he scanned the items and eyed me up and down real quick.

       "Like what you see? Or ya disappointed? Well I shouldn't disappoint," I licked my lips and saw a broad walk out of the back room. She had blonde hair that curled at the ends and a checkered mini skirt with a white baby tee that had a small baby angel printed on the chest part.

      She looked preppy.

      "The smudged lip stick looks great on both of y'all, here 50 bucks, you're welcome keep the change" I grabbed all the liquor and walked out.

       I put the liquor in the front seat and took down the roof top of the car. I put on my glasses beginning to blast Only Angel by Harry Styles in the car.

       I stopped at a red light and tapped on the sterling wheel with one of my fingers. I turned my head slightly to look at my left and I noticed the guy with hair slicked back and a Jean jacket.

      "Hey pretty lady!" He winked at me and I flipped him off as I drove off to my childhood home.

       I pulled up to my old house...it looked the same. Seems like time doesn't change here. I got out of the car and threw my cigarette on the floor as I walked up the small steps.

      I knocked on the door but no one answered. I knocked a few more times then got impatient so I grabbed the key from under the pot and opened the door.

        "Hello anyone home?!" I yelled as I walked in, nothing changed in the house, it was like if everything froze until I got back. "Hello?" I walked into each room and noticed my old room was painted now white and had a bed. Clearly they moved on. It must of now been used as the guest bedroom.

I started to put things into my room, like clothes, shoes, posters, plants, etc. I turned on my speakers and began blasting some music to get into the fixing up my room vibes.

Once I finished everything, I just sat on the couch watching tv until the door swung open. I looked at who it was and his eyes widened.