No. 99 (Joey Bada$$)

91• I Can't Drown My Demons They Know How Swim

• 6:00 P.M. •

I want to go home, Trevor forced me to drink and I can't even stand. I know I'm drunk and I want to call a cab so I can go to sleep or something.

"Trevor." I slurred my words. "Please! Lets just go home."

"I don't know who will take you because I'm not leaving." He said through clenched teeth making sure no one else hears.

"I'll call a cab." I said.

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no."

I rolled my eyes and stormed away and asked a woman if she knew any cabs or form of transportation.

"I can call a Uber for you." She smiled and ordered one for me.

I thanked her and stumbled to the car.

I struggled trying to remember the address but we drove around a certain section and found it.

I stumbled upstairs and fell face first onto the bed and fell my ass to sleep. I wasn't feeling it today.

   My dream was crazy.

*Dream*

   Who are these people? The same guy with dreads from the news, some dude with French braids and one with an afro were standing around me while I laid on a bed.

"Go ahead and cry." The one with dreads said. "We know that you have daddy issues, we know what you and Rocky went through. If you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do to make you happy."

"Don't forget who you really are, Leslie. I love you, we all do. We care about you." Then one with braids said.

"I popped my damn neck." The afro one said. And that was the end.

*End Of Dream*