Chapter 7 | ✨
I woke up to an empty bed. I must admit , I was hella mad.
I got up and went to shower. I showered , shaved and washed my hair. I got out feeling good then a bitch.
I wrapped a towel around my body and walked upstairs to my room.
I walked in on Damion sitting on our bed with the cocaine in his hand.
"What the fuck is this doing here Islani ?" He spoke with his teeth gritted.
I was at lost for words. How did he find it ?
"Where you get that from ?" I asked walking to the closet.
"What the fuck you mean ? I found it under the fucking bed. Are you using this shit ?"
"Hell no , why the fuck would I go back to doing that shit ?" I spoke while going through my clothes.
"Look me in my eyes and tell me you not using this shit Nae."
I turned around and placed my hands on my hips.
"No Damion , Im not using no more."
He sighed. "Im sorry Nae , but you know the consequences from using this shit."
I shook my head. I turned back to looking for my clothes. I pulled out some ripped shorts and a yellow shirt with strings around my neck. I grabbed my gold MK sandals and watch with the matching chuncky necklace.
I placed it all on mg bed when I heard the toilet flush.
I panicked.
"Damion , baby what you doing ?"
"I flushed that shit down the drain." He said while wiping his hands on a paper towel.
"All of it ?" I asked nervously.
"Yeap , All of it." He said while looking at my stuff laid out.
"Where you going ?" He asked gesturing to my clothes.
"We need groceries." I spoke while pulling my hair into two big buns.
"Oh ok , bring me a mango slushie from 'juicy's." He said while walking out the room.
I sighed and got dressed. Maybe I didn't need it. Who was I lying too. I needed it and I was going to get it.
I grabbed my shades and purse and my keys to my metallic pink Mercedes g-wagon.
I drove through the streets of Detroit with Lil Uzi Vert '7am' blasting through my speakers.
To be a female I had a boss ass trap music playlist.
Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck?
I got the money, now that's all that I want
She ate me for lunch, I feel like 2 pac , I'm a thug
know some crips and bloods, xannies, brought them drugs
Got a lot of people banking on me
Tell me why these niggas always hating on me
Coming home, they be waiting on me
I rapped along to the lyrics as I pulled into Walmart parking lot.
I grabbed my purse and hopped out my truck.
As I was walking in I saw Mandy sitting on he bench in front of the entrance.
"Hey Mandy , what you doing out here?" I asked her. She looked bad and I felt bad for her.
"Oh girl nothing. Did you get my gift ?" She was scratching and flinching as she talked to me.
"Yea , about that, " I looked around before whispering , "you got some more ?"
