𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒑 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏

Bitch let's just get this over with. So basically, I used to stay with my mama and her lil bf. My moms was so inlove with this nigga it was giving fuck me. My sister got pregnant not wanting to hear her mouth she went with my pops. So her bf sexually assault me, I don't say that R word but yea I told my mama she ain't care. So I told my at the time best friend and blah blah blah. See this was before I was who I am now, back then I was nice and I let mfs run over me, my pops got me outta my phase. Basically I spent 2 years of my life getting beat on, and 6 months getting sexually assaulted. But enough with that sad depressed ass shit we dc about that. I was pissed off because I realized this nigga did me dirty and I was helping him. Where was I going? I had business to handle, then after that nobody would see me for 3 weeks, first I had to get rid of this damn car.

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Kennedy: Long time no see chica

Camile: Whatever, you dump this mf, and you meet me at they house

Vanessa: En eso chica

Camile: Oh, just in case *Gives her a gun* You know how to use it right?

Vanessa: No, no puedes esperar que dispare a alguien

Camile: Por si acaso, quítate el seguro y aprieta el gatillo

Vanessa: Ok

Camile: Don't shoot yaself that mf gotta lil kick to it *Leaves*

7:00 PM, Her Moms House

Michelle: Finally decided to pay ya mother a visit

Camile: How you doing?

Michelle: I'm doing wonderful

Camile: You look like shit

Michelle: You don't, the dress is nice, your hair is pretty

Camile: No quiero tener que matarte *Points the gun at her* Pero dejaste que me pasara esa mierda

Gary: Damn chica, you still look beautiful

Camile: *Closes her eyes and exhales*

Gary: Didn't think I'd still be here, no?

Camile: *Looks at him* Fuck you, bitch don't you move

Michelle: Camile Océano Paris, girl I love you

Camile: Save all that lovey dovey shit for the next bitch *Points the gun at him* I should really kill you

Gary: Woah woah woah, take it easy now chica, we can talk about this

Camile: It ain't shit to talk about, remember? Told y'all ass I'd be back on this exact date

Gary: Please don't

Camile: *Puts it in her purse* I got something for y'all *Chuckles*