Plug Daughter { URBAN STORY }

8

Chantelle

When I heard that misty was shot, I was scared for my life and hers. If Murda ever found out I'm helping my brother and it's the reason misty got shot, that's my ass. I really need time to think on this because I really love Murda and my brother.

It's been some hours now, and we don't know anything. Murda haven't sat down since he got in here. I'm really scared to say something to him because I know he'll lash out on me. I am not willing to take that chance at any time. All I could do was sit there, shaking my leg uncontrollably and hope that Missouri was okay. My phone rung as I looked at the caller and it was my brother. I contemplated on if I should answer or not. Either way I had to or he was going to track me down. I got up, walking away so that no one could hear me.

"H-Hello"

"You thought I was fucking playing with you Chantelle?!" He yelled through the phone as I looked around

"What are you talking about, I gave you 100g's, and you just tell someone to shoot Murda's daughter, you are sick Vince, you hear me?...sick!" I yelled/whispered as he chuckled

"So you think I'm fucking dumb bitch, you didn't give me all my money" he was now serious as I swallowed a lump in my throat, I looked around as I smiled at Murda as he looked at me.

I knew he was going to find out sooner or later but I didn't think this soon. Vince always count his money another time, so I was surprised he even had time to count it.

"See I could of killed yo ass, but naw I wanted you to get caught by Murda, so either you get my money or I shoot another person, and -

"Okay, okay..." I sigh, rolling my eyes "I will get you your money, you have to give me time Vince, at least a couple of weeks" I pleaded but I knew it wasn't working

"Bitch are you crazy, I want my money next Monday, if I don't have it, I'm blowing shit up" with that he hung up as I locked my phone and watched as the doctors rode a patient by on the bed. I sigh, pulling my hair back out my face and straightening up so Murda wouldn't think anything.

Soon as I turned around, I swear I could of just shitted myself. My heart was now beating uncontrollably as my eyes widened. All I could do was stare at his evil face and pray he wouldn't try anything in this hospital. His nostrils flattered, vains sticking out everywhere and hands bawled up as if he was going to punch me.

Before I could even explain myself, his hands connected with my neck as I was sent flying to the floor. I screamed as tears rolled down to my ears as he was calling me all kinds of curse language there was. The boys came over trying to get him off me and was also confused. I was gasping for air, trying to get his grip from around my neck.

"Baby....pl-please let-

"Shut the fuck up bitch! Just when I thought you was real and loyal, you do this!" He yelled as I was slowly slipping away.

"Sir, let her go now" a doc pleaded along with others

"Pops let's go, she ain't worth it"

He finally let go as he stormed away with the boys. I coughed uncontrollably, while also crying and hitting the floor. "Shit" I screamed out of anger, hurt. Why? I questioned myself.

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Murda

"Jacarih!" Chantelle yelled as I stormed out the hospital. I heard the boys calling after me but then again I wasn't trying to listen.

Just when I thought things were going good for me and Chantelle, she do this. That bitch fucking betrayed me. Stilling money from me and causing my daughter to get fucking shot. No wonder I been coming up short lately. Yes! I heard every fucking thing. I'm no fuck nigga. Best balleh' uma get her ass, no fucking doubt.

I sped towards home to get all her shit out my crib. Fuck that broad man. Should have listened to my daughter the first time. Next time I'll know. You can't trust these bitches nowadays man. Some days I just wish my ride or die was still here, my wife, my kids mother. I wouldn't be in nun of this shit.

Soon as I stepped foot in the house, I was knocking shit over. I had to do something for keeping myself going back and killing her. And her brother gone get his also. I made it to the room, as I started taking all her shit, throwing it over the staircase. I didn't care if I broke shit. This bitch is getting out my crib. Fuck the explaining, should have stuck with me and told me from the jump. But naw, she sticking with her bitch ass brother that clearly don't care about her. But I'll show her ass today. Balleh' that!

I heard someone come through the door but I was too busy throwing shit over the staircase, down the stairs.

Once I turned around, I swear I wanted to kill this bitch. All the tears and shit, she can save it. I walked around her, just as she stopped me. I snatched away, making her flinch.

"Baby please let me explain" she cried sounding serious

"Fuck you Chantelle" I spat walking around her throwing more shit and walking back into the room.

"My fucking daughter suffering fa ha damn life because of yo stupid shit. She right, you ain't meant fa me!" I yelled as she cried hysterically as I shook my head

"I HAD NO CHOICE......JACARIH" she screamed using my government. Once my name appeared from her mouth, I knew it was serious. She's never called me by my real name unless it was serious or she was mad.

I sat down on the bed, with my head in my hands. All this shit is too much. Right now, I just need time to think. Chantelle tried straddling me as I pushed her to the side.

"Get the fuck out till I'm ready to speak to you yo!" I yelled in her face as she cried, but waisted no time in leaving.

I went to the bathroom, slamming the door, knocking shit over.

"Aaaaaa, fuck!" I yelled punching a hole in the wall, two back to back. I need some strong ass loud.

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Woooow!! Is all I can say.

Chantelle girrrrrl!

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Jacarih is Murda real name.