19 year old Tajanae has been in and out of trouble since her younger years. She has a drug dealing brother who has no respect for anyone and will protect her with no regret. Her mother and stepdad try their hardest to keep her step brother and siste...
I woke up this morning to multiple texts from Rich.
Text: Rich
R: Get rid of that phone NOW. R: Your brother is JaQuan Smith, he's in war with Omar. R: Laysia, if he finds out y'all are kin he'll hurt you. R: Call things off with him. I got you, I won't let anything bad happen to you. R: I promise.
Its crazy that I get these texts the day I'm going to see Tony. We've been good lately and I miss him.
Before taking my shower I laid my clothes out on my bed. I laid out my mint green long sleeve top, my black/white leggings, with my black boots and scarf.
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After my shower I danced in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and flat ironed my hair. Rihanna x Work flowed through the speakers.
Work, work, work, work, work, work He said me haffi Work, work, work, work, work, work! He see me do me Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt! So me put in Work, work, work, work, work, work When you ah gon' Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn Meh nuh care if him Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting
I don't know what it is about that man but just the thought of seeing him makes my mood jump to the highest. Feeling his arms wrap around my body, seeing those muscles flex and lawd him being inside of me.
Mmmm !
As I always do I walked to the store around the corner where a car picks me up. I got a weird feeling in my stomach as the car pulled in but I smiled at the thought of seeing him and being with him.
As I got in and shut the door the doors instantly locked. Both men turned around and I didn't recognize either one of them.
"Umm, who are you?"
The big dark skin man in the passenger seat turned and looked at me.
"You going to see Omar right?"
I nodded my head.
"Iight then bitch. Shut up and put ya seat belt on."
I noticed there were no locks I could unlock with my hand. The men whispered to each other as we pulled up to Omar's trap spot.
As soon as I was let out and got on the porch Omar's worker grabbed my purse and went through it, taking my phone.
"How you gone just take my phone like that?"
He glared at me as a cigarette hung out his mouth.
"Cause I'm running the mfn show shawty. You got a problem?"
He pointed to the door after handing me my purse. I made my way in to Omar's room/office. A girl sat on his desk with her panties and bra on, Omar's hands all over her body.
"Omar !"
The girl turned around and glared at me with an attitude.
"Go in the other room baby, I'll take care of you later."
He smacked her ass as she walked off. I felt my blood boiling as my heart shattered on the floor.
"I forgot you was coming ma."
There was a look in his eyes I've never saw before. A look that made chills run down my spine.
"With another bitch in ya face I bet you did."
Before I knew it his big, hard hand went across my face with a force so hard I hit the floor.
"You better watch ya mouth baby. Omar do what he wanna do, I told you what you is to me. Just a nut when I want it. That bitch will beat yo ass and I won't stop her. You lil young bitches talk to much, respect yo elders baby."
My face stung as I looked up at him glaring down at me. This is a man I don't know, a man I've never seen before.
"Get up, I got some questions."
I slowly stood up as tears ran down my face making it sting even more.
"Your answers depend on if you walk out of here or if my boys gotta carry you out of here."
Goosebumps rose on my skin as chills ran down my spine again.
"You know Quan, JaQuan Smith?"
I thought about it before answering the question. I slowly nodded my head.
"Brother, cousin?"
Tears continued to fall as I paused before answering.
"Brother."
Omar nodded his head. He slowly walked around to his desk and sat down.
"Bitch you tryna set me up. You know what the fuck going on. You tryna set me up !"
I shook my head and spoke softly.
"I don't... I don't know anything."
I could tell I was just pissing him off even more. He stood up and walked over to me. I stood there staring at the ground as he stood over me.
All I remember is being slapped to the floor, feeling pains in my body as someone repeatedly beat me, stomped me.
