Ghetto

1. Introduction

1. Introduction

Summer Knight

Detroit, Michigan

January 20, 2015

2:00 P.M.

I wiped the blood from my bottom lip. Tonight, he had hit me, once again. I dabbed the cut with peroxide, flinching ever so often from the pressure placed onto it. I placed a bandaid on my lip/chin. I looked into the bathroom mirror.

Years ago, I would've laughed at the chicks that are in my position right now. I would've called these bitches dumb for staying with a nigga who put they hands on bitches. I didn't understand shit. I didn't know these bitches couldn't leave. Not even if they wanted to.

These hos was stuck. I was stuck. Stuck with a nigga who I didn't even know. I would've thought at the age of twenty, I would have the fattest ass and biggest titties and a sexy ass nigga with the fattest pockets.

I thought I would be living the life. I thought I would be living a ghetto fairytale.

Clearly that didn't happen. I lay here in a bed with a stranger who puts his hands on me to release anger and frustration. I'm damn near a niggas maid, cause I'm washin them stanky ass draws, too.

I lay here, where my own flesh and blood was killed. I miss my baby. He was four years old, and was shot in the head by Geno. I had gotten pregnant by that bastard.

Geno was drunk and high as fuck, he came in the room and just shot my baby. Once he sobered up, he said it was an accident, then had the nerve to call the fuckin clean up crew.

We didn't have no funeral or nothing for my baby. He acted like shit didn't even happen. I hated him and still to this day hate that nigga for killing the only one that brought me joy.

Today, I look at him with anger and hurt. Its not like he gives a fuck, though.

"Summer?!"

"What?" I called. "Bring yo ass here!"

I got up from our bed and sluggishly walked to Geno's office. "Yes?"

"I ain't mean to hit you, you know how I get when I get angry. I can't control myself."

That was the most pitiful excuse and apology ever said, but you learn to adapt to em living with Geno's mental ass.

"Here, take a couple stacks and go cash out."

The first time I made Geno mad, he hit me. But after, he gave me money. I thought I could manage, just don't fuck with the nigga. Now, no amount of money could make me happy in a place of torture. Money wouldn't get me away from him. Nothing could. Why?

Cause that nigga always seems to find me.

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New story, tell me what y'all think.

Summer in MM