DISCLAIMER: It's not tht good at the start but i promise it gets better
Azaiah's POV
I attempted to push my 15 year old sister, Aaliyah's bedroom door open to give her the church Father wanted her to wear. It was the only one that didn't make her look like a slut.
The door just wouldn't open tf up.
Sum was blocking it, and i knew Aaliyah was in there.
I fiddled with the lock before her door swung open.
I walked a few steps in and stood there like a white kid thrusted into a mosh pit.
I turned around and saw my sister's arm hanging behind the door, it was giving corpse-
I slammed the door shut -leaving me with Aaliyah's body and white powder outlining her effortless curves.
You can't help but romanticise her- she's hella pretty.
I wish she'd embrace her natural beauty more tho, she's the darkest in our family but I also view her as the prettiest.
I love her 4c hair, her natural curves and just how much of that bitch she really is.
I ran my hands through her weave, mumbling some biblical shit before scooping coccaine into my palms.
We were all born to crave sum. I guess this baby craves crack- and legit nobody can blame this bitch.
As a church girl, i'd never been exposed to things like this. It looked so pure, so innocent and likeable.
Like me.
I couldn't say shit to any adult.
Father's a pastor, he'd tell the whole congregation.There's no such thing as suffering in silence in the black community.
Everbody gotta know your business.
I couldn't do that to Aaliyah. She goes through a lot with wes, her church boyfriend.
I'd call it an aranged thing but we black so we don't play with that type of terminology.
Father calls it God's plan.
Don't make no mf sense if u set em up before Aaliyah could find a crack source.
I mean amen damn.
So to save her ass i dropped the coke onto Aaliyah's church dress and rolled it into her cupboard.
Don't judge me i'm new to this whole storing pot thing.
Aaliyah's eyes started to flutter as i shut her cupboard.
"The fuck are you doing?" she whisper shouted, high asf
"Cleaning up after your shit"
Aaliyah rubbed her eyes, inserting more powder above her eyelid.
"I don't need a biblical bitch to clean up after me, get off my pussy!"
Yeah, that shit was laced with sum.
I rolled my eyes and sat on her bed in disbelief.
"what do you think the church will say? You're 15 Aaliyah.."
She giggled to herself
"I'd be better off in a whore house honestly. I don't think i'm into this whole God thing."
"This whole God thing can save you.. Aaliyah baby listen to me. You are just discovering-"
Aaliyah then slapped me with a ziplock full of weed.
"Try some."
"Not in father's house." i slid onto her carpet.
"You're 20 and don't even want a sniff? Fuck is wrong wih you?" She shook her head laughing to herself.
After a bit of silence she fell asleep on my shoulder.
I pushed her head awkwardly, we were never close. That's probably the most contact we'd ever had.
I like it that way.
I picked out a blanket and covered Aaliyah under it.
Being raised in the church.. There's so much expected of you. And in the hood, being the daughter of a Pastor says a lot about us.
We always need to have a certain image.
And Aaliyah thinks she's grown-
I'd rather be out in the streets of detroit, watching kids braiding afros and chasing each other. Or fuck even witnessing a shoot out. I want an experience.
I slid under my covers and balanced my phone flashlight in front of me.
I slid open the zip lock full of weed and poured it out onto my silk sheets.
"just a sniff.." I repeated in my head.
I looked like I was in a sex position with my ass in the air and my nose submissively towards the weed.
"Wait do we even sniff this mf?" I asked myself .
I took a breath and sat back up, this isn't me.
Aaliyah's weed and I'm coke.
Equally dangerous but I care about my image.
And people's perspective.
Aaliyah's just on that lean all day and doesn't give a shit because she knows..
She knows she's worth just as much as coke.
I gotta stop thinking I'm better than everyone else
and ruin the fuck out of my church girl image.
I scooped up the weed and opened my window.
Weed's street currency, ima make it rain in these streets .
I watched the weed steal a kiss from the air before returning to the ground it once grew on.
*AROUND MIDNIGHT* ~ Still Azaiah's POV
I heard rustling outside my window so I woke up, adjusting my bonnet.
I pressed my eye against the window to see a big figure of a black man, picking up the weed .
I didn't know what to feel.
But I was interested.
"This could be your dream boy Zaia shii" I whispered to myself before peeling off my bonnet.
I kept glancing at the window to make sure this nigga was busy collecting each piece .
I was ready for my wattpad moment.
I threw on leggings that lifted my ass -as they should, and I uncomfortably went out in my black sports bra.
Thinking it's what Aaliyah would most likely do.
"I ain't no biblical bitch" I whispered to nobody and crept out of the door.
I didn't get a good look at the guy but he looked familiar ig, maybe he's one of them gang members .
Hood romance isn't a bad thing I reassured myself.
"You're welcome, for you know the weed" I said in such a fucked up voice.
Father turned around, clutching a bin bag so tight it almost ripped .
