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"What the fuck Lu? Tiff was a sneaky bitch but I don't think she would go this far..."
"As usual, always being blinded by her none existent nyash... I'm literally telling you she set you up and you still believe her over me."
"Lucrecia it's not like that... I'm saying how it's possible that she got away with it. Like with no help or nuttin."
That is true, even though Tiff is sneaky as fuck, she is very messy. So it didn't make any sense that she didn't have any help. But the question is who helped her?
"My money is Tyrone. He's the only one who was fucking with Tiff like dat so it got to be him."
"Are you dumb Oakley? Why would Tyrone set up his own sister like that?" I narrow my eyes at the guy, what drugs is this guy on.
"I don't know! The guy is a nutter, he was jeeted half the time he was on road, he only gave a fuck about himself."
"Just because you don't rate him doesn't mean that he killed Carla. I'm sorry that my brother did that to you... but accusing him of something so low just to prove how much of a bad person he is isn't going to fix your relationship with Tiff or bring Carla back."
"Lu-."
"Cench, please... I came here to visit my sister, you've already caused me enough aggravation for a lifetime. Let's just move on with our lives." I voice before turning away from him. He latches onto my arm holding me back, I look over to him. His eyes full of pity.
"Lucrecia, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what Tiff did, I'm sorry for your mum. But please... I miss you. Don't throw away our friendship over this."
"What friendship? We've not spoken for over two years. I weren't the one to congratulate you for making it. You weren't there when I made it. You weren't there when I was homeless. You weren't even there when my mum was deported. So what friendship Oakley?"
His silence was the answer that I needed.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
"How was it?" Digga asks while taking a drag from his zoot, handing it over to me. "It was alright, it's just visiting a grave, it's not like you're visiting a real life person." I voice, taking a drag.
"Don't deep it, just enjoy the company of your sister. Even though she's not there."
"Yeah maybe I'm deeping it." I sigh to myself. I look over to see Digga too busy on his phone to continue the convo. Over the past few days he's been acting bare strange.
