Rope the Idiot

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Atlanta, Georgia




Kris


"Get up!" Krissy yells in my ear as I feel her shaking me violently from my sleep.  I know it's at least eight in the morning, and I didn't have class until two so of course a nigga wasn't about to get up until one o'clock.

Shaking her hands away from me, I groan and sit up in my bed, throwing the covers off my body. 

Krissy was still standing there, giving me the meanest glare I've ever seen on her face in my life.  I'm not sure what her problem is, but she better check her tone and attitude before she catch mine.

"Fuck you still standin' here in my face for?" I growl at her, standing up to my feet.  I grab my t-shirt sitting on the chair next to my bed, then throw it over my head and pull it down to cover my body.

"Mama wants you," She then storms away from me and slams the door extremely hard.  I wonder who pissed in her cereal.

Going into the bathroom in the hallway, I do my hygiene and apply the prescription cream to my stab wound.  I was only stabbed once, and I thank God every day that police and the ambulance showed up just in time before I was to bleed out in that alleyway right next to my baby sister.

It's been pretty easy these last few weeks; mentally, emotionally, and physically.  Having Ciarra around has been how it was with Ingrid-- she casually does the same exact thing I had Ingrid around to do.

But, lately her company has been more than my convenience.  She's lively, outgoing, sweet, outspoken, and an essence to my everyday life.  Apparently, Krissy has a problem with Ciarra being here all the time, which is why after tomorrow she won't have to worry about me nor Ciarra being alone in the house doing what we like to do the most.

Grabbing my phone off the nightstand next to my bed, I click on the 'home' button to see a number of Instagram posts from others, likes on recent and old pictures of me, and pictures of me and Ciarra, and others tagging me in certain pictures, then that of multiple messages from others popping up on my phone.

Chezz: What up wit you and my cousin fam? 😐

KameronG: Needa to talk to ya ASAP cousin!

Ciarra💦: We still on for the movies tonight and shopping later on? Plz let me know because Charlotte Russe is having a sale today! And my cousin wants to meet you 😁😊🙌🏽❤️️✊🏽😘💍 text me later babe, I love you! 💕

I responded to the each of them one by one. First responding to Chezz regarding me and Kay's break up, then Kameron asking if he'd like me to tell him face-to-face, then lastly back to Ciarra.

To Ciarra💦: Uhh, not really. I'm really in the mood for some good head and we can watch a movie. But you can go to the mall if you'd like, I don't have a problem wit that. And meeting your cousin... I can do that. We are just friends 😏💯

Seeing the bubbles form up, I mentally curse myself as I knew she was prepared to say some shit that would make my balls itch and scream. Before she could respond, two messages came through from Chezz and Kameron.

KameronG: Yeah, meet me at my pops house down in Decatur at 1. And don't be late nigga 😒

Chezz: I'm mfn lost. But we gone discuss this shit tomorrow when I get back to town, aight? Cause I can't be having y'all break up and then get back together whenever ya feel it's necessary

To Chezz: I haven't even spoken to Kay in over a month, so that back and forth shit not really gone be in full effect. I don't run back ✌🏽️

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