A Hustlers Prayer: Tyga Love Story

A Huslters Prayer- Truth Is...

[Aubriana]

"I'm bored." I whined as I laid across Nique's bed.

She smacked her lips and flipped through the pages in her magazine. I stared up at the ceiling bored out of my mind.

"Let's walk or do something." I pouted.

Nique put down her magazine then laid on the bed next to me. She whipped out her phone and scrolled through her contact list until she came to Chris'.

"And when did you get Chris number?"

She rolled her eyes. "He's my boo why wouldn't I have his number." Nique stated matter-of-factly.

It was my turn to roll my eyes because she swore up and down her and Chris' we're together but every other day this nigga wit' somebody new. I don't see why she so stuck on him anyways he's like every other light skinned nigga at Compton, arrogant and selfish.

"Why you look like that?" she asked.

I shook my head then she pressed called and put it on speaker. The phone rang for at least a minute before he finally picked up.

"What Dominique?" he spoke rudely and using her full name.

"Bae what are you doing?" Nique spoke cheerful.

"What is you calling for?"

I raised my eyebrow and looked over at her to see if she was gon' cuss his rude ass out but she instead took the phone off speaker and went the other side of the room to talk. I grabbed the magazine Nique had been reading and flipped through the pages. About thirty minutes later Nique back to sit on the bed.

"I truly hope you cussed his ass out for being so damn rude." I said staring at the magazine.

She chuckled. "He's just playing."

I sat completely up and stared at her like she was crazy. "That nigga treats you like a fucking groupie and you defend him?" I asked bewildered.

"Coming from somebody who use to get her ass beat daily and still took that nigga back after he basically killed your kid."

"Fuck you Dominique because unlike you I didn't beg for his attention nor did I ride his dick!" I shouted. "It's kind of funny because if I hadn't met you I'd never met him."

"So you're saying meeting my brother and meeting me was a mistake?" Nique questioned.

Didn't those words just come out of my mouth?" I stood up getting my stuff and walking to the door.

"Fuck you!" Nique shouted.

I flipped her off then walked downstairs and out the door. It's a breezy yet still night and since I didn't wanna go home, I settled on walking to the nearest park. On the walk my mind wondered to Alonzo, my dead son, my fucked up home life. I don't understand where I went wrong. Why did I have to be so dysfunctional. There was a point in my life where I was the baddest bitch but everything started to dwindle and I was left with no one.

Reaching the park I passed the deserted playground then found a set of empty silver bleachers by the basketball court. I sat at the top row with my heads in my hands just crying.

"You know I'm not an expert but I do know when a girl sits alone in a park she's either pissed off or looking for boys and you don't strike me as the type to need male attention." a familiar sound from in front of me.

I looked to see Michael in a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie. I looked around at the seemingly empty park and thought where the hell did this nigga come from.