"Welcome to being treated like shit for no reason."
In which a black woman falls in love with an asian man who takes discrimination on a stride.
Started: 8/05/2020
Ended: 1/01/2023
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I have been avoiding Somchai.
Yeah, one thing them tables gon do, is turn.
I hate to admit but I am scared.
His mom is scary.
She is cuckoo for cocoa puffs.
How would I live if something happened to Samirah, Marcello or even stupid ass Fabiano? And my mom... I can't risk anything happening to her. I can't even imagine it... a world without her. I can't harm anyone I care about. I haven't even been able to tell anyone.
I have never felt more powerless in my life... and she made sure I knew why I could never compete with her. I am a young, black girl with nothing to my name in her eyes and that makes me... insignificant in her books.
She did send a check but... I would never spend a dime of hers. I know she wants to be right... I know she wants the broke black girl to take her hush money to prove it was never real with Chai.
I won't let her.
Even if it is a small battle, I will win. I will never spend that check... even if I lost everything.
...
"Nayla, have you lost your mind? You need to answer Somchai's calls, I can't have him texting every five seconds just to ask if I knew whether you had eaten or whether I knew if you needed everything," Samirah stormed into my small apartment going a mile a minute, "in the middle of a dick appointment, this fool gon call me asking if I knew whether you had enough AS I AM because you left a big bottle of conditioner at his house and he didn't want you overbuying!"
He even knows about my hair brand... and how important it is. I hate how perfect he is.
"Hello to you too Samirah, I am doing okay, thank you for asking."
"Bitch, I didn't ask you that shit, I asked if you lost your mind. You were going to water the Sahara desert with how much you were crying a few months ago over him not calling but now, you don't even want to recover the Cantu?"
"I use AS I AM, actually."
"Nayla!"
"Samirah!"
"Nayla... what is going on?"
"I just thought we were going too fast."
"Nayla... if you don't stop lying, I am washing your mouth with soap. And you look dumb lying too like them baffoons on cheaters."
... we lost.
"Okay, okay," I started sitting down with her on the sofa, "his mom is really scary... sh-she doesn't want me with him and she'll do anything."
"Like how scary? Let's beat her ass and call it a day, you know my mama with the shits."
"... like write a cheque to leave her son scary. The type of scary that threatened to hurt anyone I know and love if I don't leave him."
"What?"
Same thing I thought bitch.
"His momma a whole Yakuza bitch like she a whole motherfucking thug, bitchhhh" Samirah gasped with wide eyes.
"And she wants me gone, the way she spoke to me Sam... she was calm and serene and kind and alluding that she would have me hanging in Jukai and my organs in Somchai's family hospitals by next Tuesday. She is insane."
"I think you calling yourself Mrs Kim, it must've tickled her sis."
"Ohhh she was tickled and she tickled back. What do I do?"
"Girl I don't know how to do these rich people games, especially with a rich gangster! She doesn't believe in black girl magic huh?"
"She probably believes in eugenics sis. I knew it was gonna be some bullshit and I should have listened to Chai. I'm literally so scared, I want to move countries."
"That bad? But girl... what figure she gave for you to go missing? I meaannnn... the girlies wanna know how much the Kims giving for the girlies to go missing because I know Somchai got a cousin or whatever right?"
A hunnid, let's keep it goin... one fifty, two hunnid, two fifty, three hunnid, three fifty...
"... the cheque in my bedroom drawer is seven figures and the first figure is not a one."
"Bitch more than a milliii?!!! I am going to rob you."
