Sacrificing Love for the Drug?

Chapter 1: Ima Grown Woman

Ka'Liyah POV

It's been a whole week and life has been some what great. Smoke and I are official, and let me just say I love being his girlfriend. I get in all the clubs, invited to all of the parties, get free clothes from top notch designers. Especially when you at the club and you in VIP. I may sound crazy but I kind of want to marry this guy. Smoke is something special to me and I may be 22 but I'm ready to have his babies with juicy fruit cheeks.

Some thing is still keeping me from fully enjoying this lifestyle though , and it's of course the fact that Kyland is gone for two weeks to get what she call the big zaddy long d. She left last week but it's just awkward and my mom has really been getting on my nerves. She has installed steel gates on our windows and has gotten a guard dog who we named Weener. The way she is acting is just complexly strange and she lost her job and has been gone literally 18 out of the 24 hours of the day. I want to call Kyland but she has her phone off. Every time I call her voice mail says "Hey wassup hellooo is ya sexy boo tryna get in ya booty hole it made sound trife but hit me up on skype. Do a split on the ooo ooo I forgot my mama got this number uhh...". The crazy part is, I know her butt paid that Verizon bill because she got what she call "Booty call Monday's" this week.

The best thing to do right now is just go to my boyfriends crib. Smoke is a bad guy to the world but a good guy to my heart. He brightens my day and makes me feel like I'm loved in some shape or another. I grabbed my iPhone 6s Plus off the charger and was on my way out the door until I was stopped. "Oh honey no, where are you going this late at night" my mom asked. "I have to get some fresh air and talk to my boyfriend mom, I'll be back later" I replied while sighing. All of sudden she started to get really red and grumpy looking like a dang cherry tomato. "What do you freaking mean you'll be back later. You're so darn selfish you make my anus itch and you don't deserve a caring nurturing mother like me" she said and them slapped me in the face.

I had to calm down before I grabbed this poppin chicken grease on the stove and beat the living daylight up out of her. I look better than Beyoncé baby and she need to get in formation before she get eliminated from planet Earth and on the way to Venus. The blood in my body was already preheated to 350 cookie dough style before I even walked down the steps because I knew this was coming. I shot back with "Oh my goodness caring and nurturing? That's the last thing you are, you not at home unless you getting some trifling "bomb D"from dad. You call yo self cooking but that ish be be either still raw or burnt and you always wonder why somebody always got some food poising up in here. It's because you can't cook if your life depended on it. Oh and clean yourself up,you look like a chimpanzees booty crack wit them huge ear lobes and smell like 3 day old deceased elephant , get ya life together boo, have a nice day, choke on that nasty burnt chicken and have a blessed night." My dad shot back with a "My D big and bomb so don't even come at me that way" before I slammed the door.

When I got to my Range Rover there was a note on my windshield wipers and
I of course opened it and read it.
Dear Ka'Liyah Chanel Garcia, oh you,re such a pretty girl and I'm going to make you my sex slave. Face so fine I might have to upgrade my wine. You're going to do what I say and if you don't well that's one person you love killed every time on sight. Pay attention to that family of yours, who "love" you so much. I'm coming for you and soon too. Don't even run cuz I got yo every movement. Ha! Love, none of yo business. Bye slut, chooo chooo.

Whoever wrote this has a lot of balls. They must not no I run L.A. and I'll have them dead in 2 seconds. I balled that cheap paper up and threw on the ground cuz I'm K dolls fro,CDs muddertruckin LA. When I said that I realized it didn't come out as cool as it sounded in my head. As I was backing out the driveway that paper on the ground was really making me sad so I had to get out and place it in the recycling bin. When I got back in the car I heard a beeping sound in my back seat and when I looked back there it was a black thing with a timer reading 10:07 and then the number got lower. It looked like something I saw in movies but I just couldn't put my hand on exactly what it was. I don't think it's a good thing but I'm not taking any chances by touching it. I mean I just got my nails done the other day and I know Ling Ling gone charge me a extra $20 to fix these so nope. Ling Ling gets on my nerves sometimes too. She be cussing me out on the low low and then sneak dissing to Ming Ming. One day I'm telling y'all Ling Ling gone get her butt beat cuz I got the choppas, she must not know my area code and how we get down if need be.