Strapped(Lesbian)(urban)

Chapter One

A lot of people roam the streets carefree. Shit! NOT ME! Not even because I sling them things or because I'm well know in the hood to bust one between a niggas eyes QUICK!. Nah this constant worry happened way before that. Those who really know me would say that this is the reason I am the way I am. I wasn't always a cold soul with dark eyes, who walked down the street with bald up fist and a clenched jaw. I wasn't always mad at the world afraid to fall in love or let someone in. I couldn't because they would see that I was damaged, used, broken heated. I was afraid that if I let my guard down the hurt, pain and anger would bust through burning and flooding the world like the apocalypse. So I keep to my self its better that way RIGHT?

" Yahira Joseline Jimenez, vente AHORA!" my mom yelled from the kitchen.

"OK ma yo voy!" I yelled back

"AHORA!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.Missing about three steps before I hit the bottom, I raced down to the kitchen because when my mom called me by my full name I knew she ment business.

"Yes mami" I asked in my most angelic voice ever.

" Don't yes mami me!, yahira WHAT THE F*CK I KEEP TELLING YOU ABOUT BRINGING THIS MIEDRA IN MY HOUSE!" she yelled in her strong Dominican accent. Holding a pound of weed in one hand and 500 capsules of molly in the other.

F*ckkkk! I thought to my self, I meant to take that out the top cabinet and drop that off at dre house last night. But truth was I was high as hell and I was off that henny, I had a cutie kissing on my neck all the way to my room and I passed out after I beat. Wasn't hard for me to get girls my tan complexion,curly hair that allllllllll the girls wanted to touch or braid my full pink lips big brown eyes with long curled lashes and eye brows ho's wish they could draw on with eyeliner. I wasn't any taller than 5"5 i have a fit body that all the bitches died for when they seen me in a sports bra flexin on em with my tats and abs. I was only 17 but had older ladies checkin for me.

"Yahira! answer me" she shouted

"Ma I'm sorry I didn't mean to leave it down here, I was in a rush and I didn't want to walk around with it. I promise I won't do it again" I said in my most sincere voice ever.

"Gorda you don't think mami! What if Mia get a hold of this shit. She can think its candy and eat it and worst case scenario die or end up sick and get taken away! Do you want that to happen to your sister?"She said sempathetically with her eye brows raised.

I know that she had already forgiven me cause she called me Gorda. Which was a name my abuela had given me, because I was a fat baby that would eat everything. I had rolls ever where, my mom would joke and say I was a breast feeding away from being on Maury she had a whole skit too it always started with my mom fake  "crying"talking about some

"Mira Maury my baby is 6 months old and weighs 366 lbs, I put a lock on my fridge but she finds other things to eat. Tooth paste, bars of soap, carpet lint paint chips".Mandaline is a trip but I love my mami.

I snapped out if my thoughts and said

"No ma you know that's the last thing i want to happen to my princessa, I'm sorry ma I'll be more careful next time". I wined

"CAREFUL?, NO DON'T BRING THIS SHIT IN HERE PERIOD POINT BLANK!" she spatt.

"Now are you hungry nena I cooked chuletas?"she asked comely

" No I'm gonna go over to zuleys for a little. I responded

"OK mi bebecita, be careful Te amo" my mom yelled as I stuffed the weed and molly in my back pack and dodged out the door.