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♪Fuck dem other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, wha.
Fuck dem other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, wha.
Fuck dem other niggas cause I'll ride for my niggas.
I'd die for my niggas.
Man, Fuck dem other niggas.♪
*Sunni's POV*
I woke up at around 3 in the afternoon to make some soup or something for Anya.
She's done nothing but toss and turn in her sleep since she came home from the hospital this morning.
All I could do was hold her and tell her that it was gonna be okay. I swear I felt like I was reliving my nightmare as I watched her cry in her sleep.
I was reaching into my cabinet to get some seasoned salt for Anya's soup when I heard my front door open.
Not too long after that, NoNo walked into the kitchen and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
"Good morning, Mini Me," he greeted. His clothes wreaked of Dodie and Ciroc.
"More like evening," I mumbled. "Where you been, Zoryn?" I asked kind of with an attitude.
"I was out with some homies from high school," he told me.
"Till 3 in the afternoon?" I asked a little more on edge.
"Damn, Zyna. Is this 21 questions?!" he asked raising his voice. "I got fucked up and one of my niggas took my keys, iight?!" he yelled.
"Okay, okay," I replied remembering how my brother is when he gets wasted. "Just lower yo damn voice before you wake up Anya," I said.
"She ain't go home after the party?" he asked. I shook my head 'No'.
"And she still sleep? Y'all must've had a wild night," he continued.
I just shook my head. "We didn't go to the party,"
"Why not?" NoNo asked.
"Because Anya was in an accident," I told him.
"What kinda accident?" he asked getting a little concerned.
"She was uhh..." I hesitated. He raised his eyebrow. "......raped. They messed her up pretty bad," I told him with clenched jaws. I was getting pissed just thinking about it.
"RAPED?!" he yelled before I shhh'd him to keep it down before Anya woke up and heard him. "Who the fuck did it? How did you find out?" he kept asking questions.
"I called you like 10 damn times but you never answered. She came to my door last night all bruised up and bloody. The guy next door had to help me pick her up and take her to the hospital. I don't know who did it yet but when she wakes up and gets ready to talk, Imma find out," I assured him.
I could tell that he felt bad after he looked at his phone which was dead.
"My phone died. I didn't know. I shoulda fuckin been here!" he yelled.
"Shhh! Zoryn, stop. Ain't nothing you coulda done. Don't beat yourself up, man," I told him as I grabbed his hands and squeezed them.
"Where she at?" he asked.
"In my room. Don't go in there, though. She wouldn't want you to see her like that. Just go get some rest, okay?" I told him noticing the big bags under his eyes.
"Iight. She need anything?" he asked.
I shook my head and told him to take a shower. Funky ass.
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They Don't Know
Teen Fiction17 year-old Zyna AKA "Sunni" Johnson's life was as simple as it could be. For her safety, she lived alone but seemed to have it all together. Don't let the innocent face fool you, though. She took shit from nobody and protected hers. Raped at 7, Sun...
