CHOICES (DISCONTINUED AS OF NOW)

HOSTILE

CHAPTER 1: HOSTILE

Syair POV
Louisville, KY
August 2021

"Syairrr come down stairs your dad is here to pick you up.

I hear my mother yell through the air vents.

*Damn he's here already?*

"Aight tell that nigga I'm coming"

"Since when does his bitch ass come early?" Jojo said on FaceTime .

"Not to much on my dad, I might not like that nigga but he stil my dad." I said while applying lip gloss.

"You right, you right my bad." He apologized

"Bitch if you don't hurry yo ass up" My mother yelled.

"You need your own place immediately. Like I know you love your mom but she can be ..."

I stared at him through the phone hinting he should watch what he says next.

*Even tho he is right*

" I know I'm still looking, I have hella money saved up. But I'm debating if I should move out before graduation or after." I check myself out
on the facetime camera.

*FaceTime be doing me dirty*

"Sy (s- eye) you look good don't trip. Make sure you got your mace just in case a bitch tries to start some shit." Jojo says while brushing his waves using the FaceTime camera.

"Yea cause these hoes be on one and you look handsome as always." I blow him a kiss through the phone .

"Thanks sis now keep me lemme know when you pulling up at the meet spot"

"ight bet" I hung up the phone and walked down the stairs hearing my dad's laughter.

*What the hell?? Since when are him and my
mom cool?*

"Uhm what's going on? You know you didn't have to come in right" I make direct eye contact with my dad as I walk into the kitchen.

"Yea but I thought I should see how your mom is doing." He rubs his hand down my mothers back.

"Fuck y'all so close for?" I ran around the island in our kitchen separating their arms.

"Nah keep yo hands off ha" I said looking at my dad with a fierce look in my eyes.

"Lil girl we grown. And watch how you talk to me and your mother." He removes my hand from his wrist.

"Boy fuck you. You don't need to be getting my mothers hopes up with all this. You be playing with her heart and she don't got time to be hurt and I don't got the time to watch her go through it again." I yelled.

" Girl, that's not him anymore. He means what he says now." My mothers says, smiling. "See look he Bought me flowers and he got me a ring." She puts her hand in my face showing me her ring.

"Girl what??? This nigga do this shit every year and you always end up looking silly."

I feel my body starting to overheat from anger.

"If you gone be with him, be with him! But if he hurts you don't expect me to be here wiping your tears."

I look my dad in the eye. "when you do leave her like you always do, make sure no drugs are in sight cause if she ends up o'ding over your dumb ass you the one whos gone be paying for
the funeral." I walked out the house pissed off.

a/n hints *syair is probably going to regret saying that*

*shes a fucking goofy bro*

I looked at my phone and noticed that I called a random phone number.

"Damn that's how you feel about ya moms" I heard a familiar deep voice say.

"Who tf are you and how'd you get my number and uncover the screen" I said with an attitude.

"Aye lil girl i'll smack far from yo ass fa talking to me like that. i'm notcho bitch ass daddy" he said.

"Nigga im not gone say it again. WHO TF ARE YOU" I yelled.

He uncovered the screen and I seen a fine ass nigga with some pearly whites and some locs.

"Bronte????" I said with a smile on my face.

"Hey, how you doin pretty?". He said as he brought the blunt up to his lips.

"OMFG BRONTE WHERE ARE YOU???? you
just disappeared on us junior year?"

"I know ma I had to handle some shit with my brothers".

"Aw well i'm so happy you called"

"I didn't call you. You called me. It seems like it was an accident tho. But is you and ya moms good"

"Nah her I need male validation to live ass is fucking with my daddy again." I sigh.

"Man dick is a dangerous drug man" He took a puff.

"Yea fa bitches who dont know they worth. motherfuckas would sell they soul fa some dick. That shit don't make no gotdamn sense."
I said shaking my head.

"Aye but don't let that be you sy." He said, exhaling the smoke.

*niggas be looking so good when they high*

"That'll never be me. shih you can trust and believe that."

"Yea okay i'll hold you to it." He puts the blunt out.

"Yea okay my ass. But when can I see you? you tryna match?"

"Hell yea drop the lo"

"Aight bet."

A/N : hey y'all this is my first book, so please be patient with me. This chapter is rarely edited. but the main reason why I decided to start writing is so I can have something to look forward to because school is really kicking my ass. But feel free to tell me how I can improve!