Beyoncé's Worst Child .

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Keligiah POV

- kiya in the MM

"okay, okay." I said as I took a deep breath and walked into Claire's.

Kiya and I were at the mall and I ran out of money since I didn't have my card. we had walked into Claire's and I saw a phone case I was looking for all around the store.

this wasn't my first time stealing. I've done it many times. sometimes I dont get caught... but other times I'm not so lucky. but hopefully, I can do it this time WITHOUT getting caught.

I walked into the back of the store and I grabbed the phone case and looked at the price, forcing a interested expression on my face. I looked at the cashier & Kiya and talking to her.

I quickly ripped off the tag and stuffed it in my jacket. i walked up to kiya who was still talking to the cashier.

"couldn't find it. maybe at another store. leggo." I said tugging her arm. we walked out the store leaving the cashier with a confused expression on her face.

"did you get it?" Kiya asked.

"yeah, I got it. now let's get out of here."

"okay, but ca-"

I looked at her to see if she was going to finish what she was saying. when she didn't I looked in the direction she was looking in.

I started sprinting for the door, but once I got there I was stopped by another security guard. I stopped and put my hands up.

caught was all the was going through my head.

"damn" I whispered to myself.

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"so you stealing again?" my mom asked, but it wasn't really a question she wanted me to answer.

kiya was in the backseat with me since her parents were gone for the week and she was staying with me.

her parents gave my ma permission to whoop her since Kiya had been my friend for ages. I laughed at the thought.

"you laughing about it? okay, wait until we get home. BOTH of you." she said sternly.

Kiya and I exchanged scared & worried looked to eachother. I just hope this ride takes longer than it should.

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"ow, ow" Kiya whined as she limped into the room. she hissed as she sat next to me.

"I guess it's my turn" I said as I sighed and got up. I slowly walked into the room.

"ma, my lower back is really sore, maybe give me the who-"

"hush and lay on the bed." she said.

i started to cry as I got onto the bed. I stuffed my face inter pillow and waited.

I screamed as I felt the first lash.

the the second.

the third.

fourth.

fifth.

she eventually thought I learned my lesson. when I got up it felt like blood was pouring out.

I looked at my mother and she looked so unbothered as she put the belts away. I walked out of my parents room.

I hissed as I sat next to Kiya.

"ice?" I heard someone say. we turned around to see my dad.

"yes please" we said in sync.

he walked into the kitchen but he kept talking, the kitchen was only separated from the kitchen by 2 sets of double doors. so we could still hear him.

"y'know, that shit you pulled is already all over the place." he stated.

I sighed.

"but one thing I don't understand is, Kiya. how you get a whooping?"

"I um, distracted the cashier."

he came into the kitchen with two big ziplock bags full with ice. he nodded then handed us the bags. we got up slightly and placed the bags where we sat and sat on them.

"did she take your phone?" he asked

we shook our heads. he held his hand out. we sighed and handed him our phones.

"alright." he smiled. " you can get them back in a month.

he walked upstairs and I already knew he was going up there to get our laptops and iPads.

my dad wasn't always mad when I stole, because he used to do it too. but he would be disappointed because he doesn't want me to follow in his footsteps.

Ima try to stop for him. try.