My mom kicked me out the house again, she told me she's done with my bullshit. But in reality... We both know she made me this way.
I grab my phone from my duffel bag. Im currently staying at a motel. It smells like greasy food but its better than nothing. I scroll through my contacts and click on my brothers name. I haven't spoken to him in 7
years.
Stokley -
These fine-ass white girls were rollin my blunts and twerking all over my shit. I felt a buzz on the bed.
*zzzz*zzzz*
I look over and I see my sister's contact. It seems like ages since I talked to her. I told the girls ill be back and walk into the bathroom. I answer.
Stokley: Hello?
Lynn: Stokley... I need your help
Stokley: Lynn?
Lynn: hey stokes, i really need a place to stay
Stokley: really? What happened?
Lynn: mom
Stokley: *sighs deeply* how about I fly you out to stay wit me and my vro.
Lynn: sure... Thanks, stoke
Stokley: No problem, you my baby sis. I'll arrange a ticket and everything, ill send the info and everything later tonight.
Lynn: thanks again, bye
Stokley: bye
*Beep beep*
Lynn-
I guess I'll just wait.
I go over to the duffel i messily packed and go through the clothes I barely had and settled for a hoodie and some jeans.
I walk over to the sink and grabbed a rag to scrub up as best as I could because the shower was atrocious. I managed to clean up and threw on my clothes and put my hair back into a bun. i plop on the edge of the motel bed waiting for stokleys text.
