Everything that glitters, ain't gold.

2. It's official

Saturday July 2nd, 1989

Michel'le,

When I opened my eyes I saw Andre standing over me. "Where am I?" I asked sitting up.

"At my house. You blacked out last night." He told me.

"Blacked out from what? What did you do to me?!" I panicked.

"I ain't do nothing to you ma. You had got worked up over a joke one of my homeboys made, you tried to get out of the car but my home boy Ren pulled you back inside and after that you blacked out." He explained.

"And you brought me here? Why did you bring me here? Take me home!" I shouted.

"Ma I would but---." He started.

"TAKE ME HOME, NOW ANDRE!" I yelled cutting him off.

"I would take you home but I can't because you said yo moms kicked you out, you remember that shit don't chu?!" He snapped.

Damn, how the fuck did I forget she kicked me out?

I started to cry. "I'm sorry Andre."

"It's cool ma, it's cool. Don't even sweat it." He waved it off.

"I just forgot that my whore of a mother kicked me out for no fuckin reason last night." I rolled my eyes.

"It's cool. You can stay with me as long as you need to. Aight?"

I nodded. "Okay. Thanks Andre."

"You welcome beautiful." He smiled at me.

I was about to say something else until some broad walked in the room and interrupted me.

"Hey baby." She kissed his cheek.

"I'm not cho baby and how the fuck did you get in my house?" He asked her.

"I still have a key and who the fuck is this hoe?" She looked at me and folded her arms.

"Yo why the fuck is you coming up in here tronna start shit Valentina?!" He shouted.

"I'm not even tronna start nothing I just wanna know who the fuck this bitch is!" She shouted back.

He sighed and shook his head. "Get the fuck out my house Valentina!"

"No I'm not going no where until you tell me who the fuck this bitch is!" She demanded.

"Bitch go suck a fat one!" I snapped.

"I will fuck you up bitch!" She snapped back.

I stood up. "What's up then? Come fuck me up right now!"

She tried to run up to me but Andre quickly grabbed her and carried her out of the room, about 5 minutes later he came back in and shut the door.

"I'm sorry about her Chel'le." He said sitting down next to me on the bed.

"It's fine. She lucky you held her back cause she was definitely gon get fucked up."

He shook his head. "You don't need to be fighting her. She ain't even worth it."

"If that bitch woulda touched me I guarantee you she woulda got dragged across this floor. I ain't no punk." I assured him.