Imani's a 19 year old girl, stripping to make it in life. As of now she lives with her abusive drug addict father in Orlando Florida. All in the midst of it Billie comes along and changes her entire life.
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"If I could act on my revenge then oh would I?"
I woke up this morning feeling like absolute garbage. My nose was stuffed up and my throat hurt like hell and I had the shakes. This is exactly what I get for running out in the rain practically naked.
I attempt to get out of Billies bed which was no success so I just decided to lay back down. The bathroom door opens and Billie walks out with a toothbrush in her mouth and realizes I'm awake. "Mani you don't look too good." She sits on the bed putting her hand against my forehead.
"I don't feel too good either." I sat up but immediately laid back down feeling my head spin. I let out a harsh cough as I groan, throwing the blanket over my head.
Soon I felt movement behind me and heard Billie softly call my name. I roll over as her eyes meet mine before humming in response. "You want to tell me what last night was about?" My heart slowly sank to my stomach as I felt my jaw tighten.
Almost like my body didn't want us to talk about it. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I take a deep breathe before trying again. "My dad showed up to the club last night...uh he um..." I couldn't even finish my sentence without getting choked up.
"He told me I reminded him of my mom but when he said it, it wasn't in a fatherly way a-and it triggered a memory, it all just snowballed from there." I scoot closer to her putting my head in her chest just wanting some sort of comfort.
My throat hurt more now that I was crying and it was becoming hard to breathe. "Hey mani look at me, breathe mama." I looked up at her trying my best to breathe as I kept hiccuping. Eventually it stopped the longer I looked at her. It was odd to have someone actually there to comfort me during my breakdowns.
Usually I'd just silently cry until I fell asleep or I'd force myself not to cry. It's odd to be able to cry and not be scolded or yelled at for it, I feel like sometimes people forget I have emotions but I don't feel that way with Billie.
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I've been out of work for a week but I've gotta go back now since I'm no longer sick. I was still a bit paranoid about going to work since the situation with my dad but I need to make money some how. I grab my duffel bag off the floor but as I'm about to walk out of the room I pause.
I slowly turn around as my eyes land on Billies nightstand. I walk over opening the drawer to see Billies gun resting inside, an M9 beretta. Billies got two of them one with a red beam and the other one green. She keeps one in her car and the other in the house and right now she's at her brothers place.
