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my ma was a hoe, a whore, a slut, a tramp, whatever take your pick then make sure to get it tested. she was the worst type of hoe too, a fucking groupie!
-from rainbow farah's comedy special 'somewhere over the rainbow'
trigger warning for domestic abuse
october 15th 1978 • manhattan, new york
EVERYONE ALWAYS said that this would happen to her. That all of her running around would catch up to her and give her the worst karma. But Jamila didn't believe them and she didn't listen to them. She was so determined to prove them all wrong. To actually make something of herself in any way that she could. Even if that meant sleeping around with rockstars until one of them finally took her seriously. Jamila just didn't expect to ever fall in love with one,
He smiled at her as he walked into the room, "How's my Star?"
"I'm good. Your show was really fun." She said before he kissed her,
"I'm glad that you liked it." He whispered into her ear before planting a kiss on it,
He started to place kisses on her neck. It would've been so easy to fall back into this. Louie always made everything so easy for her. He was addictive in that way. She didn't try to stop him as she said, "This ain't what I came for, Lou."
He laughed and continued to leave kisses, "Oh, really? Then what did you come for?"
She took a deep breath and looked around his dressing room. It was dimly lit but she still tried to make it out. All of this would have once amazed and excited her. Part of it still did, it was still beautiful. The glitters, the guitars, the cheering fans and sequin outfits. But it wasn't new or fun anymore. It doesn't give her the same rush as it used. If anything it was all starting to feel like a trap to her, "I gotta talk to you, Lou."
"Ain't that what we're doing right now?" He asked and gently pulled one of her spaghetti straps down her shoulder,
"It's serious, Louie." She replied as she pulled the strap back up,
He looked down at her shoulder and then back at her. As Louie backed away from her, she could feel the atmosphere change. She almost forgot how much he didn't like to hear no because she always told him yes, "Aight then speak."
She nervously licked her lips and sat up in the lounge chair, "You know how I was late."
He squinted his eyes and quickly asked, "For what?"
