Cincinnati
"why the fuck you ain't just kill the bitch." I was still silently crying as I was laid across a kitchen counter with some chick named Necie arguing with who ever this nigga is like I wish he would've killed me he would've took me out my misery.
"man I got a heart sometimes Necie just take care of lil momma you see her ass over their crying in pain and you wanna argue and shit." Sucking her teeth she walked over to me and removed my jacket and shoes before pulling down my body suit I swear she was taking her time on purpose she could've easily cut the fabric instead of stripping me naked.
"What the fuck, why yo ass taking yo time if it was me who was hurt yo ass would be moving speedy quick you better quit fucking with me Necie I'll beat the fuck out of you."
Watching her roll her eyes she sped up the process wrapping a screw driver in a towel and handing it to me.
"Bite down on this because this shit finna hurt" nodding my head I placed it in my mouth as I quietly sniffled and the boy who was "saving" me walked up and looked down at me and his ass took off his mask I swear to you I cried harder when I saw how beautiful this dude was like why you ain't just meet me in a regular situation we could've been together.
I could see the regret in his eyes as he grabbed my hand so I could squeeze his hand as she got the bullet out. It hurt so much when she stared screwing it and turning it.
Within ten minutes it was out and she had it wrapped handing me some water to drink as dude leaned against the counter across from me watching as I gulped it down and handed it back to her.
"Thank you" my voice was soft and shaky as I grabbed my body suit from the counter and sliding it on trying to be as gentle as possible when I got to my wounded leg he tried to help me but I really just didn't want him to touch me.
"Necie we finna head out, don't be telling yo little friends about this shit neither." Picking me up he carried me out the kitchen and out the house towards a black BMW placing me in the passenger seat as he got in the drivers seat and pulled off.
"Look I'm sorry about da shit dat went down and you look like you ain't the snitching type but I just don't trust it so until I figure some shit out you gone be living with me, you probably don't know me but you probably heard about me I'm King-"
"The big drug dealer I've head of you just never actually saw you." Nearly everyone in New York new about him and every female wanted to be with him of course I heard stories but I always kept to my self so I ain't really care for finding out how he looked.
I heard him laugh and I looked over at him he had tattoos everywhere and the perfect set of teeth, see if I was in my right mind I would fight back against staying with him but you see where that got me.
"Why he shoot you?" Turning on to the high way his eyebrows sinked in in confusion.
"They were trying to take my things and I wasn't having that so I fought back and when I tried to get my stuff he grabbed me so as I reflex I spit on him so he slapped me and shot me, I felt like he was tryna punk me out and I don't like feeling like I'm being punked"
"You know you stupid as fuck fa that shit he coulda killed yo ass" sucking his teeth his jaw clenched and I rolled my eyes.
"What was in the bags anyways?"
"Some makeup a new laptop and a new camera shit was well over a thousand dollars you not finna take anything from me I don't care who you are I ain't scared of nobody I don't care what you got who you got or how big you are." My daddy and brothers did not raise a punk and when I said that I meant that and he over here laughing.
