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𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌 Atlanta, Georgia 5:49 pm Saturday, March 10th
"This it?" "Yeah...she should be in her room come on."
We got in the house and crept upstairs. We stopped at a door with album covers on it. I peeped mine and smiled.
'Lil Shawty a fan...'
He creaked the door open and I heard a small gasp. Jay put his finger up to his lip and waved the person over. They got out the bed and came into view, hugging him.
"Jay..." "Hey sis. How you feelin?" "He fucked me up yesterday cause I had my friend over." "Imma kill this nigga mane."
She let go of him freezing when she seen me.
"This my friend Wick." "Wassup."
She leaned on her brother chest.
"Go wit him, I gotta get yo stuff." "You taking me wit you?" "Yeah now go."
She smiled. I took her by her hand and we walked down the stairs. One of the steps creaked under her foot making us pause.
"Come on."
I said picking her up and slowly walking down the stairs. I carried her out the house and to my car putting her in the back.
"I gotta help him get yo stuff just stay right here aight."
She nodded. I jogged back in the house and he tossed stuff down the stairs. I sat them down and when he was down we carried the stuff to the car putting it in the trunk. We hopped in the car and I drove out of the apartment complex. He ran his hand through his hair, leaning back.
"Guess all them home invasions paid off huh?" "Hell yeah."
I dapped him up and continued driving.
"So whats yo name guh?" "She aint goin talk to you." "How you know?" "Lil hoe aint even talk to me til she was 13." "Crazy." "I know right. But her name is Miracle Denise. Just call her Miracle." "Aight. Well you hungry?"
I looked in the rearview mirror seeing her nod.
"You want some Bojangles or-" "Nigga sho dont eat fast food." "Dat mean I gotta cook..."
