"So you just going to let her put her hands on my like that and I'm hold a baby in me?" she shouted at everyone in the room. "BITCH YOU GOING TO GET ALOT MORE THAN THAT WHEN I GET TO YOUR RAGGEDY ASS, YOU FAKE TRAMP." Sam yelled while reaching for Wee-Wee. Dee, who was still amazed that Sam had it in her to pull the trigger of the gun and then beat her ass, stood up and said "fuck it, let her get her ass, and you better fight back or I'm going to beat your ass Wee-Wee!" Wee-Wee knew she was in for it, Sam was to pissed to lose and Wee-Wee knew that ass whooping from Dee was nothing to play with. Officer Thomas spoke up and said "I dont think that's a good idea Dee. I mean...." Sam cut him off mid sentence saying "SHUT THE FUCK UP, NOW YOU WANT TO CARE I CAN HANDLE MY OWN SHIT, YOU CANT EVEN GET ME OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR SCARY ASS. JUST SIT BACK AND BE QUITE!" Dee and Big E both looked at her with shock from how much anger, and balls Sam has in her. Wee-Wee wasn't ready for this, she slowly looked to the big dudes in the living room for help. Dee said "bitch they dont work for you that's my kin, matter fact Big E let her ass go!" big E hands opened and Sam rushed out like a horse out of the gate on a track. She dashed start for Wee-Wees head. She was out for blood yet again and didn't care how she got it. Sam through the first 4 punchs and Wee-Wee fell to the ground with Sam on top of her. Wee-Wee managed to get a hit in on Sam's left side that was already black, but it didn't fade Sam at all. She was in the zone like Mayweather. Right, right, right, left, right is what Wee-Wee face and upper body was receiving until she managed to roll over on top. Sam was no longer in control...
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The Detour ✈
ChickLitAs Expected You May Think This Starts Off As Your Typical Story... Young African American Teenager From The Hood , Going Down The Wrong Path.... But What Will Have Your Jaws Dropped And Your Eyes Sitting Next To You, Is The "Detour" This Books Takes...
