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- ʟᴀ'sɪᴀʜ ᴋᴇɴᴅʀɪᴄᴋs - _ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
"Wake up and get yo shit before my dad get up."I whispered standing by my bedside trying to wake Tiana up before my dad had woken up.
I had snuck Tiana in last night since I needed to get my nut off and she was the easiest option but she ended up falling asleep.
"Cmon wake up before he get up tryna trip !" I shook her again causing her to wake up this time.
"Ok pass me my jeans right there ." Tiana pointed holding the blanket over her breast.
"Girl get up and get yo own shit !" I mugged before exiting the room being aware to close the door back.
Checking my dads room seeing he was about to wake up soon I creeped back to my room seeing Tiana still standing there.
"Bro what are you doing ?" I bitterly chuckled.
"I can't find my other sho-you wore a fucking sandal hurry up and find it cuh !" I cut Tiana off as I scanned my floor trying to spot her shoe.
"It's over there." I pointed causing her gaze to fall onto the shoe.
"Ight bye La'siah !" Tiana sighed hopping to the window while fixing her sandal , I closed it and locked it back making sure to straighten my curtains.
Seconds later King , my father , walked into the room giving me a death glare causing me to mug him.
"Who was in my house La'siah ?" He sternly asked.
"Nobody was in yo house , chill out you always tryna find a reason to accuse me of some shit !" I voiced.
"Then why was yo ass peeking at me in my room , you not smart La'siah you a fucking dumb ass boy , you not shit without me so you better watch yourself !" He glared chuckling causing angry tears to rush to the brim of my eyes.
"It's always me you gotta say some to , King know I'm not scared of yo ass at all , ion need you for shit !" I yelled standing up keeping my eyes on him.
"Fuck you ain't shit to be scared of you better pipe yo twig ass down before I break ya ass to bits and pieces lil boy !" King yelled drawing himself closer to me through each spoken word.
King always belittled me trying to make me feel small but I knew better to believe anything he had to say about me. King always beated on me when I was younger but always made sure the people in church knew he was a good person.
My momma, Monica, had passed after giving birth to me so I never got to meet her. Monique always told me stories about her making me want to meet her. Monique was also the only family member who treated me like human.
