Rolling in Needles

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

We were in the Midtown area of Atlanta. We swerved over to a Seven-Eleven and parked. Ebony got out the car to pump the gas in. But there was a malfunction with the credit card machine.

"What the fuck is wrong with this got damn motherfucking machine? Fuck life man !!"

She banged the machine and went inside the corner store to pay inside. Jasmine stared at me.

"What?"

"Nothing...."

It was like she was thinking of me snitching like a little bitch to Mom. I look at the radio clock and it was 1:30am. Mom was already home and my dumb ass left my phone in my room. I already know Mom is going to pressure us with questions about our disappearance. Tisha turns around, her hair smacking my hair.

"Jasmine...go get me a Twix bar."

"You got two legs, right? Go get it yourself bitch."

" I'll give you some of my bandz." Tisha said and smirks.

"I got mo' bandz than you, flat booty bitch."

" Gimme the got damn money, you lazy ass hoe

Tisha laughed. "Thanks boo!" She said and smacked her ass.

Jasmine walks out the door still in her bustier and fishnet tights. Tisha turned up the radio and tap me on my knee to get my attention.

" You gotta love your sister, right?"

" MmmmmHmmmm"

"Just like yo sista, señorita!"

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Jasmine' s POV

I walked inside the corner to get that damn hoe a fucking Twix bar. Damn Tisha is annoying as fuck I thought. The shooting at the club startled me. I was about to get it with Twist. At least I got the digits I thought. I went to the candy aisle and try to find a Twix bar. There was a black man with dreads by the freezer. He looked mightily familiar. I try to figured out the face.

***FLASHBACK***

I was fighting back someone.

"Stop touching me! Leave me alone!

" I don't give a fuck. I'm going to have ...."

I gasped. It was Tre. He looked back and realized it was me.

"Look who is it...look what bitch decided to get something here."

He walked towards me. I was backing up every time he try to take a step to get closer to me.

"Look Tre? Don't even try to bother me. I thought you loved me for me. All you fucking wanted was my goodies"

"You probably still a hoe in the streets AND *lower voice* a freak in the sheets. But right now, you looking real sexy."

His brown eyes preyed at mines. I bumped into a stacks of chips. I was trapped. His body finally touched mine. His breath smelled like cigars and booty. He whispered

"Let me hit it one more time...."

He kissed my neck and grabbed my butt. I reacted quickly and slapped him in the face. 

I stomped him in the stomach with my heel

"AWWWWW SHIT!!!"

"What the fuck??? DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU NASTY PUNK ASS NIGGA!!!!!"