Two girls brought together by the thing that changed them the most. Abuse.
Years, after the horrors that changed both Ziya and Denim's life they are closer than ever but have two completely different outlooks on love. For Ziya, using a man for his...
Lina and Imani eyed Ziya with mugs as she walked into the living room. She was dressed like she was ready to head out but they were getting ready to give her a mouth full.
The twins had never prided themselves on being particularly good sisters, but they had always been there to check Ziya when needed. And today Ziya was going to hear their mouths.
"Hey" Ziya said slipping on her Cartier bracelets. She was getting ready to go shopping with her new stylist.
"Hey my ass" Imani stood and stepped to Ziya.
"What is yall problem and Imani back up" she pushed her back before sitting down on the love seat.
"You really don't know what the problem is?" Lina asked.
Ziya shook her head confused, she didn't know what could have been going on. Especially since the last time she had spoken with the twins they were cool.
"You forgot you had a best friend?"
Ziya didn't answer immediately, because for a second she had forgotten about Denim and the fact that she was pregnant.
"Did she send yall over here?"
The twins shook their head and Ziya rolled her eyes. "So why the fuck are yall here?"
Their heads cocked to the side after hearing Ziya's words. "Oh no bitch, you are out line. Dick can't be that bomb."
"It has nothing to do with that, now if yall will excuse me I have to meet my stylist."
"I know Ms. I don't want the money to change me, does not have a stylist? Where the fuck do you go to need to have somebody picking out all your clothes?"
Ziya rolled her eyes as she adjusted the strap of Alexander McQueen bag "jealous?"
"This bitch done went off the deep end" Imani said as they both stood up.
"Jealous of what Zy? We been getting money, whether you like the way we get it or not just know we gone always eat. Don't let this new little attitude get you fucked up, sister or not anybody with slick mouth can catch it."
They had only been trying to be good sisters and be good friends to Denim. But if Ziya didn't care about her relationship with her best friend, they weren't going to care either. She would learn sooner or later.
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"Denim I fucked up again" Bree basically whispered into the phone.
Denim already had an attitude because Bree was always in some shit and she always ended up having to bail her out. She loved her little sister but she was a pain in the ass. "First off curse again and I'll beat your ass. Second, what did you do now?"
"Isnuckouttomeetthisboyandheleftmeatthepark" she said in one breath.
