Naomi Naliyah Essex
"You likee?" I smiled turning around moving my wig from my back to show Niya over facetime.
I had gotten a tattoo of my son's name and date he died, on the side of my back.
Her jaw dropped and she covered her mouth, "your fucking lying"
"You like it or not" I faced the camera back.
"Yes bitch it look so pretty" she laughed
"Did it hurt?" She asked picking up the camera walking somewhere.
"It ain't really hurt to the extent that I was crying but it hurt" I shrugged.
"Oh bitch I gotta go. My granny asking fa me to take ha to see her man" she mugged making me laugh.
"Her mannn? Okay well bye love you" I said and she hung up.
"This is why ion say love you" I mugged my phone.
I went to my bathroom begining to brush my blonde wig.
"I should do a half up half down" I mumbled taking the top half and seeing how it looked like that.
"I'm lazy" I sighed, continuing to brush my hair.
Once I finished, I opened my top drawer seeing my bloody blade inside.
"Okay rude. Youn gotta remind me" I mugged closing the drawer opening the second one putting it inside.
I walked out the bathroom laying on my bed getting my phone going into TikTok to record some.
An hour later
"No, bitch I'm telling you. This bitch pulled me by my hair!" Niyah clapped her hands.
"Why tho?" I folded my arms crossing my legs.
"I ain't get theirrr" she pointed flicking her hair to the side, "So, boom I'm wit Z'aire and this bitch gon come up to me talkin bout. "Tell yo hoe ass frien to say away from my nigga" I'm like" she raised her eyebrows expressing herself.
"I said, "who you talking to" she yapping and shit. Then she throw the first punch so I started fighting that bitch."
"Wait-wait- what friend she talking bout?"
"Ion knowww. That's what I'm trynna know" she rolled her eyes drinking ehr coffee.
"I'm telling you that bitch want problem." She mugged getting up to throw away her empty cup.
We were at Starbucks since she wanted to tell me what happened with her fight and shit.
My phone notification went off indicating I got a message but I ignored it. It was probably Azariah texting me foolishness.
"Oh, and my friend wanna invite us to her club that recently open. So we finna go" she smiled tilting her head.
I furrowed my eyebrows looking behind me cause who's we.
"Oh you was-" I looked back at her pointing to myself
"No fucking shit Sherlock" she rolled her eyes sitting beside me.
"I wanna know who's "we" cause it definitely ain't us"
"Yes it is"
"No it isn't"
"Yes it is."
"I ain't going no where. You see what happe-" before I could finish my sentence a loud ass bitch entered screaming around.
