She's Lit (Urban) [ON HOLD]

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I haven't got high in a long time, I thought after South had to leave. He got a phone call from his yelling dad, telling him to come home. South looked slightly worried. He told me that his dad wasn't acting normal.

My urge to get high was tugging on my soul. I kept thinking about my biological dad. He was abusive. I remember trying to run from him when he was drunk or just simply feeling mean. My sister and mother took the hardest beatings. That man was a bitch and I'm glad I won't have to see him ever again. We got a restraining order. He was in jail since I was 8 and got out when I was 16. Almost 2 years ago. He is supposedly in Georgia getting his life together.

I felt the tears brimming my eyes and quickly stopped my thoughts. He never tried to contact us again. I need to get high. Hurriedly with shaky fingers, I dialed Auburn's number. The twins were bound to be with him. He picked up on the 3rd ring.

"Yo."
"Auburn, the twins with you?"
"Skrrrt. Hello to you too. But yeah"
"Ight I'll be over in a second."
"Why--"

I hung up before he could finish. Running down the steps with my keys in hand. I rarely used my bmw because I didn't care for stopping for gas when other people had cars that I could ride in. I'm lazy. But this time, I used it.

Pushing the keys into ignition, I drove quickly to Auburn's studio apartment. That nigga had money. Whether it was from his parents or his own. I walked into the place and got in the elevator. Yes that shit had an elevator.

Instead of knocking at his door, I pushed it open, revealing the twins, Auburn, and some new dude. Finally, cause Maria needed a nigga. Auburn was the only one rolling up while the rest of them fought over something dumb. They stopped for a second, looked at me, waved, then got back to arguing. Hoes. I ignored them and sat by Auburn who had his eyes shut, feeling his blunt. I stole one that was already made and lit it. Auburn breathed in, feeling the relaxing feeling of his weed. He smiled.

I stuck the drug in my mouth and sucked it in deeply, coughing a little. That's good. I blew a couple more times and slid into the comfortable couch in the same position as Auburn. Feet propped up, eyes closed. My eyes burned. "Um, T you good?" I heard Matti say. I ignored her. This shit is good. Usually, I would be hype by now but my body was just relaxed. I didn't feel like being hype.

"Are butterflies just flies with big butter wings? No that's dumb. It's just flying butter ain't it?" I slurred. I always wondered that. I think. The Bella Twin wrestlers looked at me funny. So did Booker T jr. His dreads need to be combed. I looked over at the dude next to me. He was dead sleep.

After my blunt was almost gone, I threw it in the real gold ash tray Auburn kept around. My eyes drifted as I thought about how gold was made. How do people make this shit? And how does it turn to liquid sometimes? Ain't it solid? Impossible.

*couple hours later*

I woke up to the sound of loud knocks. "Mr. Turner?" It sounded like a businessman. My head pounded at the loud sound of taping wood. "Oh shit." I heard Auburn swear as he got up, pushing Matti gently off of him and quickly hid his drugs in a miniature locker. He grabbed some air freshener and sprayed it around the room. The knocks got louder. "Hold on a second," He scowled at the door. After making sure there were no drugs around, Auburn opened the door.

"Hi Ralph," He grumbled. Ralph took the opportunity to walk in the door, not noticing Auburn's mood. "Your parents didn't pay rent yesterday and I was wondering if everything was ok? You look tired. Your eyes are very red," He commented. He looked around the apartment and waved at me and Matti who probably actually looked tired. "Hello Ms. Matti," He smiled and waved at her and just nodded his head to me.

"It's all good. Here," Auburn took out a bunch of hundreds from his pocket. See that nigga had money. "Oh thank you Mr. Turner. And it smells different in here. Would you like a maid to thoroughly clean your room?" He asked eyebrows raised, nosed scrunched up. Auburn shook his head. With one last smile, Ralph was on his way.

I looked down at my phone to see 1 call and text from South and 17 missed calls from my mother. My ass finna get beat.

"Gotta go. I forgot to tell my mama where I was going," I shook my head. Shit. My mother was known for her attitude, me always being the victim of it. I swiftly stole 2 other taunting blunts, smiling at Auburn who looked unhappy at my taking. I walked out the door my air forces squeaking as my feet were dragged.

My car was waiting for me, flashing lights when she unlocked. Staring at my wheel, thinking about what was to come when I got home was nerve racking. Driving slowly, stopping at many lights, me being nervous but glad to be slowed down by the lights. Sitting in the driveway of my house, I could see my mother very clearly. She heard my car come into the driveway and I knew she did because she seemed to be trying to calm herself down.

I didn't procrastinate with walking in the house. Taking the bull by the horns, entering the house with my lip stuck out. Meeting me at the door was her. She looked ready to kill but also like she wasn't going to kill me. Did that make sense?

"Tahzia Arshagouhi Danielle Peterson. Explain now or forever be grounded," She said letting her Persian accent stick through.

And that was when I knew, I really fucked up.

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Wtw ✌🏽️ I missed updating for some reason. T's sissy to the side. Raina on the side. Lots of South in the next piece, if you missed him. Byeeee.