Dontray Richard had a simple childhood. He loved learning and being with his friends like any normal child. He had a happy life. That all changed when he watched his mother kill his father, take all of his money, and run off with some drug dealer, w...
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I was taking a beautiful nap until I was rudely interrupted by my phone who has been ringing since before I went to sleep. Its been the same blocked number, and I know the number 1 rule is to never pick up a blocked call but I was getting exhausted.
"WHAT" I yelled loud enough for the whole block to hear me."Thats how you talk to me papi?" Her familiar Puerto-Rican accent spoke.
"Juanita?" "The fuck is you doin callin me on blocked numbers?" I yelled.
"I knew if I called you from my number, you wasn't going to pick up papi."
She was absolutely correct. Juanita is just something that I tried to fuck and duck. But I guess some people can't get enough of my strokes because she's so fucking attached. After I fucked she told me I took her virginity which I know was a lie because I knew her name before I even knew her.
"Watchu want" I spoke dryly.
"You left your watch at mi casa last night"
"What the fuck?! That's what you been blowing up my shit for?" I yelled feeling her jump from the phone.
"You dont want it? Oye. I'll just take it to the pawn shop."
"BITCH DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I PAID FOR IT"? I could feel my blood boil from her disrespect.
"Then come get it."
I hung up on her. Something wrong with that hoe. I went in my room and grabbed a black shirt, black gym shorts, and my bred 11 lows. I'm not tryna dress to impress because she ain't nothing to impress, no girl is anything to impress actually. All females are hoes and all hoes do is get with niggas for money, my mother proved that to me ten years ago. She was with my father since before I was born, when I turned 12, I watched her and my father get into a dispute and she pulled a gun out on him. I can tell she never really loved, or probably even despised him because she was still shooting at his soulless body. After letting the whole clip out on his dead body, she went in all the vaults in the house, took all his money, and left with some wannabe dopeboy she use to have around the house when my father went to work. Not once did she look at me, she just took the shit and left. I sat down next to my father's body for 3 days until my uncle took me to his home. Then he introduced me to a luxurious life, and he showed me how to get there. I went from selling dime bags in the street to runnin a cartel with my uncle. It took me 10 years to get up there.
I hopped in my Benz and drove to her crib. I called her on her phone and it ain't even ring once. "Tray" she spoke enthusiastically. "I'm outside" I said in the driest way possible. "Well come inside papi, you have a key." I sighed dramatically and went inside her house.
Once I walked in I spotted her wearing a robe and leaning on the wall. "Where my shit?" I spoke rudely. She pointed at the table by the kitchen. I grabbed it and made my way to the door until she blocked me. "C'mon Nita not today man" I sighed. "Why do you continue to treat me like I'm some toy? Like I'm something you can play with and throw away?" She spoke without a pinch of Spanish in her tone. "Because you are" I mumbled. "What?!" she yelled with tears rushing down her face. "Bitch I said because you are. You ain't nothing but a good nut. Save them tears for someone who gives a fuck" I calmly said. She busted out in tears and started crying uncontrollably. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. YOU JUST DONT UNDERSTAND!" Damn she was ugly when she cried. I started laughing so hard I thought my stomach was gonna explode. "Love me? What a classless bitch like you doing loving a nigga like me" I spat. "Matter fact, while you loving me, I'm loving commas. That love shit won't buy a couple houses in the Hills. You must be the dumbest bitch ever to tell me you love me and expect a change of heart." I continued. She ate up my words. I chuckled and pushed her out the way. When I opened the door, I felt her pull on my dreads, when I turned around to slap the shit out of her, she put her hand on my weak spot and opened up her robe exposing her naked body. She gave me a devilish smile. I already knew that crying shit was an act. She just wanted a couple good strokes. So I walked in her room, pushed her on the bed and gave it to her.
After I got my rocks off and woke up I looked at the time and seen that it was 10:00 p.m. I got a missed call from my boy Rico, so I called him back. "Yo" he said. "Wasgood bruh?" "Yo we found that nigga who was stealing from you and yo unc" "Fasho?"I said happily. "Yeaa he a Cuban, nigga name Pablo, from the looks of it he like thick black hoes because he gone be at KOD tonight at 12." "Word? We gone be smokin on Pablo packs" "Fasho. Meet me there at 11:30 sharp so we could catch his arrival." "No doubt homie" I said before hanging up. Rico been my nigga since we was in diapers. He knew the whole family and he was basically part of it. He gave my uncle the word out to go get me after he stopped by the house and found me next to my father's corpse. For that, I'm forever grateful.
I got up from the bed and took all my shit so she wouldn't be able to call me again. When I opened the door I heard her runnin and yelling out "Dont go papi". I sprinted outside with her hot on my trail, I hopped in my car and sped off. I looked at the rearview mirror to see her standing naked in the street. I shook my head and chuckled. "The things hoes do for dick." I thought to myself.
