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Islan
~~~~~~~"I don't give a fuck. I hope her ass stay in there." Boon says while we're clocking out at work.
"You not the least bit worried?"
"Fuck no." He shrugs. "Don't know why you always cared about her so much. That shit was one sided than a muthafucka."
"You don't think she love us?".
"Don't think the bitch knows how to love."
I hit his arm. "She still yo mama nigga."
"Man, she yo mama. She just pushed me out that hot ass pussy. I see her like I do every other no good as female. See all our daddies fucked and kept that shit pushin."
"I ain't know it had got that bad. I ain't know she disliked her this much."
"Don't see why not. I mostly hated the way she treated you. Knowin you was the one reason we survived as long as we did. Fuck her."
"Ion hold that against her." I try hiding how low she often made me feel.
"I do." Once we both clock out we head to my car. "I don't speak bad bout her round the twins because they still see her in a good light."
"Guess I see that. She was nicer with them." We get in my car.
"That was the first woman that ever broke a nigga heart. After that I was cold to these bitches. I feel like if my own mama don't give a fuck and will choose niggas over me...then they all must be like her."
"Ma wasn't really hard on you though."
He sucks his teeth. "Mannnn, you started leaving a lot, runnin with Flip them to get us food and shit. So sometimes you wasn't round. She would take out shit on me in yo absence. Difference is I ain't let her get to me. I would just leave."
"Um sorry fah that. I neva wanted yall gettin caught in the crossfire."
"Nigga, Elaine was all bark and no bite. I just let her ass run that mouth."
We laughed.
"Speakin of Flip...you heard from him?"
I shake my head. "Tre ain't havin it."
"I feel'em."
"I do miss him though...just ain't said shit to Tre." I put on blinkers to get over.
He sighs. "That's a hard one there. I see why Tre don't want him round but I know you miss him. Yall was like brothers."
"I just don't bring it up to Tre. I don't want to fight."
"Doubt you and Tre even fight. He prolly just let you have yo way. He prolly would be cryin before the argument starts."
"My baby ain't that damn bad nie." I look at him.
"Tre love you so much. He don't wanna fight with yo stank ass."
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RomanceIslan wasn't anything special, in his eyes. He was poor, always in trouble and not good at much but women. He desired nothing more than finding a way to take care of his family. Tre came from a wealthy family. He dated the finest girl in town. He h...