billie right now, leyah is sitting in my lap. we're in my room. why she's sitting in my lap , i honestly have no clue.
" if i ever die, make sure it's really me" she said.
" and how am i supposed to do that " i asked.
" well under my left ass check right inna middle. it's a tattoo that says goodbye with a heart text to it and on my right ass cheek inna middle . it says fuck you." she said.
girl what the fuck. who just has tattoos in those places that says that.
" let me see" i asked. she lifted up her ass cheek , no literally lifted it up and showed me. i gasped.
" leyah , why are you tatted up so much" i asked. that mf looked like a prison inmate.
" me, nigga you look like a hood person from the 90's and to cover up the cuts and bruises i used to get from my mama and stepdad" she said, as she ate her cheeto puffs. she said it so nonchalant to.
" what bruises. leyah you never told me this " i asked. i've never heard that from her or her fiends.
" yeen ask , so i wasn't gonna just bust out and say it." she said as she shrugged.
"can i see " i asked.
" yeah sure " she says. as she raise her shirt up and showed me the tattoo on her lower stomach.
" i got cut with a knife at 8 years old, and that was a big ass cut no lie. i was bleeding horrendously. " she said.
" this one right here " she said and she showed me the side of her neck.
" my stepfather hit me with the belt buckle part when i was like 10" she said. i could cry. my baby has lived a hard life.
" das all ain showing you shit else , your turn" she said.
" ok well, this rose on my arm is one my favorite flowers, and this joker is one of my favorite characters from suicide squad " i said.
" ouu that's cute , let me see " she said, grabbing my arm looking at the joker tattoo.
" im boreduhhh " she said.
" billie let's roll up" she said.
ain't gotta tell me twice.
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