Warning: This book will contain Drug abuse, Drug use, Violence, Abuse, Strong language and disturbing scenes. If you can't handle any of those, this book is not for you.
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"You think i'm fucking stupid, Mar?" He pointed the gun against my forehead, "Fuck outta my face, nigga". I spoke looking him in his eyes, "Bitch, quit acting dumb like I won't put a bullet through you".
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"Bitch, let's gooo" Jahia spoke walking into my apartment. "I said no, I'm not in the mood to run from gun fire tonight", I could feel Jahia's eyes on me as I walked away from my door.
"Ion, wanna go to the party myself. Who the fuck am I gonna get turnt with?" I walked in my room and I could hear her footsteps behind me. "Yourself"
She groaned before plopping on my bed, "Please, if you go I'll leave alone for a week". I quietly laughed to myself cause I knew she was lying. "Don't lie" I spoke taking off my bonnet.
"Please, Kamara" I sighed opening my closet. I heard her scream 'Yay', "Where is it at?"
"The warehouse" I rolled my eyes. I fucking hate that place, especially when you're running from gunfire. Shit gets confusing.
I don't even know why we go to those things, every party in this fuck ass city gets shot up because everyone got opps or some shit. I guess the thrill of making it out alive it's kind of fun.
I threw on my black essentials hoodie and black sweatpants. I was too lazy to get glammed up, and I threw on my black cats. "Ouu all black, how sexy" Jah laughed.
"Bitch please, ain't nobody lookin sexy. I'm tryna be comfy" she gave me a wink before I rolled my eyes. I put on 3 gold chains, making sure to layer them. I just think layered chains look so cute.
I put in my gold hoops and looked at myself in the mirror, ugh. So fucking cute, I love myself.
"Let's bounce, bitch" I spoke grabbing my phone and small wallet on the way out. "I'm so ready, I've been in the mood to party all week"
"Can't relate", Jah gave me a side eye as we walked towards the elevator. "Hopefully you'll get some dick today"
"Girl please, I can't deal with a nigga right now. Every nigga in the city is grimy and dirt", Jah nodded her head in agreement and got in the elevator.
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We walked in the warehouse and it was so humid, I nodded my head to the music as I walked through. There were people every as expected, these warehouse party's are always packed, hence why there's always a shoot out.
The DJ always does some dumb shit and starts drama by saying something like "Throw yo set up" or "rep yo gang" then everyone looks around and realizes they were hanging with a opp, and you have about 5 seconds to run before you hear the first blast.
"We gotta get some LIQUORRRRRRR" Jahia dragged out grabbing my arm. "WOOP WOOP" , I laughed at her antics and followed her.
"Girl, I already know whatchu want, you bouta fuck up some henny or casamigos" she smiled. She knows me so so well.
"Fuck yeahh" we got to the drink table and she passed me the henny, I grabbed the bottle from her and opened it, putting it straight to my head.
I bopped my head to the music just letting the henny flow through my system, "Mhm, this gon do it everytime" I heard Jahia say after taking 2 shots.
