love
ləv/
noun
1.an intense feeling of deep affection.
Kat's POV
It's been a while since I've heard from Imani. Like I honestly don't understand why we even got to this point. It's like we pushed eachother off the edge. But that's my baby. I will forever love her. I honestly don't know what she's up too and I shall continue to not know. I haven't talked to my mother since the day she slapped me and told me my father was back in the picture. Maybe I should go see her. I'm not sure if Quinn even talked to her. Q was still in the room. She hasn't came out and tried to talk to me. I knocked on the door. My stomach was in my ass. This was the first time she has ever been mad at me and tbh I don't know how to handle this. I opened the and she was sitting on her phone. "Umm Quinn I'm going to see ma, you wanna come?" She nodded her head and got up. I went outside and got into the car and waited for her. She finally came out after 5 minutes. She got in the car and automatically grabbed the aux cord. For some reason she decided to play Bryson Tiller 'Sorry not Sorry'. This was our song. We would always go in with this song. I always told Quinn she can swear when singing a song but no just to do it and she respects that. The beat dropped and she started to sing.Fight!
Hey
God damn...I'm winning
God damn! I'm winning
Got money now you done switched up on meI used to think about how you would act
When a nigga got money
Now you done switched up on me
Now you wanna say "what's up?" to me
Okay so now you wanna make love to meGirl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for meJust be honest, girl what you want from me?
This ain't nothing new, keep it so 100
I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me
I go by God Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas blood money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what it does for me
My numbers going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggersGirl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for meThis the shit I don't condone
Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah
Hey now nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherfuckin' 502 come up
And every time I'm back in the city
Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggersGirl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for meMe and Q did our little dance that we do to this song. I swear this was our thing I swear i love this girl. We continued to sing along.
Every nigga did you wrong, except for me
I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me
Say you love sick, girl I got the remedy
I'll give you long dick and longevity
Don't settle for less or for infidelity
Niggas ain't built like me
He can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me
Or even keep the business behind his lips like me
I got a hundred fucking problems
Good brain, am I fucking with a scholar?
Woodgrain, I'mma grip it when I whip it
If I take a shot and brick it, I'mma flip it
Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it
Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I'mma split it
If she throw that pussy at me I'mma hit it
Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no
(Boy if you don't get)
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
Hey
God damn
We don't like gold diggers...
God...damn I'm winning
Oh no!We arrived at out mother's house just as soon as the song was ending. I cut the engine and I stared at Quinn. She looked at me like she wanted to tell me but she knew it was best not to. "What's wrong Sis?" I asked her. She took a deep breathe and shook her head. I knew she was lying. She sighed and got out of the car. I shook my head and followed suit. I raced Quinn to the front door. I unlocked the door and became face to face with my worst nightmare. I was standing and witnessing my sperms donor beating on my mother. I gave Quinn my fucking keys and told her to wait in the car. She started to cry, but she did as she was told. I slammed my mother's door. My father looked up and helped my mother off the ground. "Hey Katrina. What's going on?" I started to pace back and forth in the room. My mom tried to calm me down but I wasn't trying to hear it. I told my mother to go get her things and get in my car. She didn't hesitate to do as she was told. "Listen man it's a misunderstanding. " the sperm donor said. I pulled out my new shiny bludgeon and aimed it at his chest. He looked afraid but did I care no. My mother walked past me without saying a word, she knew that if I ever brought out a gun damage would be done. I shot him three times in the chest. He collapsed to the ground. I called the police and told them what was going on. They came with a quickness and I'm glad too.
Back in the car
"Mom what the- what the hell is going on? This nigga hitting on you and you ain't tell me?" She started to cry. I was speeding down the road. "KAT LOOK OUT?" Quinn said. The next thing I knew i saw Chrisay and Julia in the on coming car. My car flipped and everything went black.------------------------------------------------------
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