•1 Month Later July 10, Thursday•
•2:20 p.m•
Aliyah's "husband" Demetrius in the media section. (De•mee•tree•us)
I've gotten used to Trevor beating me, I've also learned that doing good won't get your ass beat by him so you know I'm on my best behavior. Laila is the savage one between us and Aliyah is just the happy go lucky one that don't get beat at all unless it's for some dumb kiddy shit like taking a cookie.
"Move. You're blocking the screen." Quincy said to me while trying to focus on 2K.
"Sorry." I ran to Trevor's room and sat on his lap while he was watching scared straight.
"Whatchu doooooin?" I said in a sing song voice.
"Watching tv." He said calmly while cracking a pistachio and giving it to me.
"Can I watch it with you?"
"Mhm. Just stop talking." He focused on the tv, I frowned.
"You think you a man!? Imma show you a man! Get in that cell! I SAID GET IN!!!!"
The officer in the show said.
"Mm mm. Spittin' on that lil boy like that." I wrinkled my nose and ate a nut. (Lol)
Trevor laughed. "Hush, Les."
I took a sip of his Arizona and continued to watch the show.
"Y'all seen Demetrius?" Aliyah asked out of no where.
"Da fuck. No, he said he was taking a shower." Trevor said
"Oh ok." She closed the door and left.
"Anyway. Can we go to the mall tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yeah but for what? I think you have enough clothes."
"I can never have enough clothes." I winked at him.
"Keep winkin'...gonna...fuck you up." He said playfully.
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhm."
"Show me." I bit my lip.
"You gon have to earn it." He said.
I huffed and crossed my arms. "Whatever."
"Whatever is right. Now go take a shower and put on the dress I left in the bathroom."
"OOO. Where are we going?"
He kissed me. "Party. Now hurry up. Other people need to get ready."
"Yes sir."
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No. 99 (Joey Bada$$)
FanfictionPower and violence are opposites; where the one rules absolutely, the other is absent. Violence appears where power is in jeopardy, but left to its own course it ends in power's disappearance ...
