Standing near the door for what felt like 30 minutes. Amiya came to a crossroads. Did she want to be a bitch this time or be somewhat forgiving? She just didn't know.
Biting her lip while running her fingers through her hair, amiya anxiously begin to unlock each lock bolted to the door. She just hoped she wasn't making a big mistake.
R.Y.
After hitting the gym up for a days worth. I decided to go check up on my on and again off again "friend".
Peaches and I have been sleeping around with each other since our middle school days. Fucking with Peaches is comfort to me. She doesn't complain about shit she's just always down for the ride. She's the only female I know that will give top and not expect to receive the same.Stepping up to Peaches door , I did our signature knock. Two knocks and a foot kick.
After, waiting a minute , peaches finally opened the door with this sexy ass blue and pink lingerie set."What you want nigga?" Peaches spoke while trying to cover up her goodies that were on display.
" Aye! What I told you about that brand new shit " R.Y. complained pushing his way through the door making Peaches get knocked up against the wall.Kicking the door closed with his foot R.Y. walked tauntingly grabbing his crotch towards Peaches .Who was now in the kitchen bending over in front of the fridge twerking her ass in a circle.
See this was the usual for them. They liked to play hard to get even if they were just role playing. All in all it became a game for the two. Especially to see who could reach their climax first. A little friendly competition couldn't hurt nobody...
Girllll... You so damn fine tho! R.Y song squinting his right eye, impersonating the rapper Fetty Wap.
AMIYA
Standing in front of me in day light hours was the same person that left me stranded and abandoned. So many emotions came running through at once I didn't know whether to scream or start throwing punches.
With no smile or no friendly gestures amiya spoke at once
"How did you find me"?" Thats the first thing you have to say to the women that birthed and raised you! I never raised you to be like that".
"What do you want Ms.Jones" she spoke now crossing her arms and swinging her head to the side.
" Well I-I-I need a favor" she spoke scratching the back of her sweaty neck.
Amiya stood there humming quietly to calm ger shaky nerves.
She was becoming sick of their conversation.
"No first answer my question. How did you find me here?"Now scratching her inner left hand Amiyas mother stood with her mouth open ready to speak but no words came out.
Getting irritated and waiting too long Amiya swung the door closed ready to be over with the whole ordeal.
"Wait..." she said with her busted up shoes filling the space between the two.
"Listen, baby girl I cant tell you that yet but just know that im coming with right intentions". She begged with clasped together hands."Alright, i believe you come on in and make your self at home" Amiya spoke smiling stepping back opening the door further for her mother to enter.
"See! I knew you were still my same old little girl. I told that dumb ole man you would help me" she said with such accomplishment and pride. With that she started to move into the door way.
"Wait.. Hold up one moment. See thats where youre wrong im not your same "little girl" I'm that bitch now and no you may not be accepted back into my life under any circumstances". With that amiya roughly snatched her mothers clothing and pushed her backwards almost near falling down the flight of stairs.She never had a chance anyway.
Kneeling down in front of her mother she spat "and don't think about coming back or you'll regret it" she stood on the balls of her feet and turned back into her house leaving her shookened mother, to replay what just happened.
R.Y.
"Damn" they spoke breathing heavily in unison on their backs facing the ceiling.
"That was too good zaddy its nice to know that you've learned everything Ive taught you"."Pshh... You mean what i taught you! I bet you cant even walk right now" he said flexing his arms behind his head.
"I bet too nigga how much you want to bet?"
"$100 " he said confidently.
"Bet" they both shook hands in agreement.
Peaches swung her leads across the bed walking into the connected bathroom limping a little.
"Uh.. Huh what was all that smack you was talking!""Boy shut up".
R.Y was so close to going to sleep but he knew that he had business to take care of later.
Peaches was still in the bathroom, so I put the rest of my clothes on that
I could find to head out.
Not to be an asshole I grabbed a pen and paper out of the nightstand and wrote her a note saying I would see her later sometime.AMIYA
To let off some of my built up stress I decided to walk to the park hoping to leave with a clear mind. Walking for just a little, I reached the park and sat on one of the cobalt blue swings. The swings were always my favorite part of recess you could swing as fast or slow as you wanted to ,but you always ended up creating some type of motion hearing the wind whistle in your ears and I liked that.
Amiya sat just watching the children on the playground while smiling at how joyous they looked playing all the silly games that all children played. Amiya even noticed one of the most beautiful child that she has ever seen. She thought the baby belonged on a magazine.
She wasn't too big but she could sort of sit up like a big girl on the wooden park bench. The dad or whoever he was to the little girl was bent down looking into her baby bag looking for something, so Amiya couldn't really make out who he was.
Just enjoying herself Amiya kept swinging back and forth slowly until she spotted something from the corner of her eye.
As I was swinging I noticed something seemed out of place. As I tried to not look so obvious I kept swinging on the swing but I tilted my head slightly to the right to get a better view of what had my eye twitching.
And to my oblivion there was an all black SUV parked a little far away from across the street. I didn't know if I was being paranoid or what but as soon as I started to calm down from my racing thoughts the SUV drove away without a stop. It was time for me to figure shit out because this isn't the first time it has happened, and to make things worse here came Zion.
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Hard Apple (Urban Fiction)
Ficção GeralAmiya life is always at the bottom of the barrel. She's growing up in a rural area and state of mind can it get better? Will someone save her? or lead her on to destruction to become a hard ass apple left to rot.