!! Trigger warning
Janae POV
Now it's three in the morning I'm thinking bout hitting this lick
I know what y'all thinking I'm bogus
I'm supposed to be home with a bitch.
King Von played in the background as I took my lighter and sparked up my fourth blunt. I stared at nothing in particular as I laid back on Noah's couch, my eyes bloodshot red. It was about 10pm, and it was pitch-black outside as I looked out the window. I bet it's still hot outside; this Texas heat ain't no joke, I thought to myself. Taking another pull from the blunt, I started zoning out as memories came back vividly.
Third POV:
Janae was 12 years old when she heard yelling from upstairs. She sat under the table, sobbing. She covered her mouth as she tried to keep her voice down, hiding.
A few minutes later, Janae peeked from under the table, seeing her dad drag her mom down the stairs by her hair. Her mom groaned in agony, tears falling down her face as Marcus yanked her by her hair. She begged.
"Please, Marcus."
"I'm sorry," she pleaded.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!" he yelled as his nostrils flared, veins popping out of his forehead.
"Why can't you just act like an obedient bitch, huh?" He slapped her so hard, causing her head to fly back. Blood dripped from her lip. Janae watched as he dragged her to the basement door. Janae's mom dug her feet into the floor trying to stop him from bringing her down to the basement.
"Being persistent, aren't you?" Janae's dad said in a dark voice making her cringe inside, feeling a need to throw up.
He pulled her up by her hair, looking into her eyes with a creepy glint. Then out of nowhere, Janae heard a loud noise echo another after another. Her mom screamed as he began to send blows to her face. Blood covered his fist as he beat her like a ragged doll.
"You want to be persistent, huh, Brianna?" he said loudly.
"No please, stop, I beg you, I'm sorry," her mom pleaded through sobs.
"I got something for you, disrespectful bitch ass," he chuckled as he punched her one last time, then pulling her down the basement stairs.
Stuck with fear, Janae saw the scene displayed in front of her eyes. Janae wanted to help her mom so badly, but she was too scared.
Grab the knife and go downstairs.
Hearing a voice in her head, she ignored the voice staying stuck under the table, not wanting to come out from under, hoping her brother would be back. She waited under the table for about 2 minutes, making sure the coast was clear. Panicking, she went to search for the house phone, hoping nothing happened to her mom. That's until she heard a chilling scream. Janae hurried and rushed to the basement, seeing...
Back to the present
Janae's POV:
Slowly coming out of my trance, my chest tightened as I dug my nails into my hand, causing blood to drip from my palm. I stared at nothing in particular.
"Aren't you glad you killed that son of a bitch, huh, Janae?"
"Janae."
"..."
"Janae."
"......"
"JANAEEE."
"Damn nigga, why are you yelling so much? What do you want?" I asked, quickly wiping my eyes, noticing a tear run down my face. Finishing the blunt, I put it out and sat it in the ashtray. I was at my best friend's house, smoking and shit. I originally came here because he said he could beat my ass in Call of Duty, yeah let's see.
"Your hand is bleeding, and your face was blanked out. Are you good?" he asked, looking at me worried.
"Yeah, I'm good," I said, not too sure of myself. I felt a presence inside me, making me feel a little paranoid, not remembering what happened back then.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, nigga, come on, let's hop on the game. Or are you too scared to get your ass beat?" I looked at him, laughing, pushing my thoughts to the back of my head.
"Yeah, never that," he said, getting up, grabbing the controller. He turned on the game, sitting down where I was at. I grabbed the prerolled blunt, lightening it up and took two puffs. "This shit is strong as hell," I said, coughing, then passing it to him while he laughed, taking it.
An hour later
"Really, nigga?" Noah yelled.
"What?" I looked at him, chuckling. "What did I do?" I asked, pretending to be clueless.
"You know what you did! Stop with that sniping shit and get on the frontlines, nigga! Or are you scared to face a G upfront?" he said, huffing.
I laughed, faded as fuck, as I heard the doorbell ring. Now who the fuck does he have over? He said it was only his ass here and his brother, I thought to myself. I side-eyed him and he shrugged his shoulders, getting up to get the door.
"Hey" the boy at the door said . I looked him up and down remembering he's the friend I heard Ryan was talking about. He looked at me doing the same thing.
"Ryan, your friend is here, Lucus," Noah yelled.
I saw Lucus come down the stairs. I looked at him, giving him a head nod.
"What's up?" he said, looking towards me.
"Same ol', same ol'," I said, not saying too much.
Ryan went up to Lucus, dapping him up, side hugging him. I don't know if it was just me or I was tripping, but I felt some tension between those two. I looked towards Noah as he went to sit down, not catching on to what I was seeing.
As soon as they went upstairs, I looked towards Noah, laughing.
"What?" he looked towards me.
"You see that little tension between your brother and that boy," I looked at him.
"What do you mean, nigga? Are you saying my brother is dl ?" he looked at me, shocked.
I looked at him, not saying anything, and shrugged my shoulders. I looked up, seeing him run upstairs and barge into Ryan room.
I laughed, going back to my phone, seeing Brailey annoying ass calling me.
"You can't see me calling your phone, dumbass, acting like you can't hear your phone and shit!" she yelled into my phone, busting my eardrum. This is the shit that pisses me off, I thought to myself.
"You gonna tell me what you want or get the fuck off my phone, nigga," I told her nonchalantly. "What do you mean, talk or get the fuck off your phone?"
"You have 5 seconds before I hang up, man," I ignored her.
"Bitch, I don't know why I'm still fucking your dyke, ugly fucking ass, ho, fake ass dick wannabe nigga motherfucking ass hoe," she shouted in my phone angrily.
"Bitch, get the fuck off my phone with that disrespectful ass shit, like I won't come up there and run your ass down? But this dyke ass hoe got you creaming and screaming her name with this fake dick though," I yelled, getting angry
"D-
I hung up the phone pissed off at her bullshit.
I saw Noah come down the stairs.
"You still fucking with that hoeing ass girl. You know she's been sucking hella dick," he laughed.
"And she thinks I'm gonna commit to her ass," I said.
Brailey is a girl I fuck with from time to time. I found out her ass was fucking on niggas. I'm glad I didn't eat her shit out.
" so what happened" I ask changing the topic laughing.
