GHETTO TALES
If you see them, don't make eye contact. If you see them, don't say a word. If you see them...run. You don't know what you're getting into.
~2 pov's~
Capri Martin had always strived to be the perfect daughter. With a strict upbringing...
Q Grey I wanted these niggas outta my crib nah. It was too much gone on. I wanted the place to myself. I'd eat a pair a jeans fo I throw another get together. Kids was runnin round, people was loud, laughing and when my mama dipped, niggas started smokin up all my weed.
I mean I appreciated everything Pri did fo me. Puttin this together fa us and in celebration of me starting my own real, legal business. But a nigga social battery was on -15.
I was sittin here staring at Pri cross the room. Tryna flag ha down to see what she was on. By the looks of it, she seemed to be on the same page.
We just ain't know how to tell niggas ta leave. Needed ta start cleaning a sum, sweeping unda people feet, just so muh fuckas could catch the hint. I had to wake up early too. It was a big day fa me tomorrow.
Before I could text Pri and ask what she was on, I felt someone's lil self run right into me. When I looked down, it'd been shawty luh sista. Pulling on my leg hairs and making sure they popped outta my leg.
"I fight luh kids." I nodded, seeing how far she was gone take it.
"I'll bite you." She responded.
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"Bite me and I'll put a mussel on you."
"What's that?" She giggled, sitting next to me and pulling on my chin hairs.
I swear she was like a mini, more annoying version a Pri. Ha luh sista gave me a headache but she was mad cute. Made me want a daughta of my own. If me and Pri had a kid, I hoped it was a lil girl.
I ain't want a son. I used to want one but I felt like my dark cloud would be passed on to him. My mental and internal issues. Even if I raised him right unlike my pops did me and Eli, I felt like my issues went beyond my upbringing. Felt like it'd been hereditary. And there was no amount of therapy that could fix them. Just keep em at bay.
"Lani stop pullin on my hair fa real." I chuckled, grabbing her hand and forcing it away.
But she kept gone at it, laughing and giggling as she did it. In a minute I was gone hand ha to ha mama or ha sista.
"Ima take yo nose luh girl."
"Nuh uh." She laughed, tryna pull my mustache off.
"Aight. You asked fa it." I smiled, pretending to take ha nose. She wunt phased one bit. That used to scare ha shitless. She used to think I really took it off ha face.
Calani was still tugging at my hair and shit. I was bout ready to fling ha luh ass ova to Capri across the room.
"Ima take you by yo braids and swing you round the room like the luh girl from Matilda. You want that?" I questioned, tryna scare ha.
"No!" She exclaimed, finally backing away from me.
"Exactly." I scoffed, watching her run into Capri across the room.
