A spin-off to Ramona Park Legend. This will overlap that story. To better understand this story it is suggested that you read the original story.
cut.throat
1. a murderer or other violent criminal.
2. fierce and intense; involving the use of ruthles...
Man, I swear. Girls with big titties & no ass are the funniest creatures on earth. Them hoes look like buff kangaroos. -Joey Fatts [😭]
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• Stay Down to Come Up •
2015
Dyme. Long Beach, CA.
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After the nearly hour drive from San Fernando Valley to Long Beach I pulled up in front of Joey's mothers house. I followed behind Joey who was driving his car parking my car on the side of the road. Before I could even get out of my car Joey was getting out of his walking up to mine. He opened my door saying, "Go knock on the door and tell my brother to come out and help me get this stuff."
"Okay, but Joey?" I say looking up at him before he can walk away.
"Yeah?" He asks looking down at me.
"I don't feel right moving in with your mother, especially since you're not staying here. Where are you gonna go?" I ask as my eyebrows knit together.
"I told you...I'm gonna go stay with my friend."
"No, Joey. I don't feel right taking the extra bedroom. This is your Mom. You can stay here and I'll find somewhere else to go."
"And where are you gonna go?" He asks with a funny expression on his face. I grew quiet knowing I have nobody to go stay with considering I don't have any family or friends in the area.
"I don't know, but it still doesn't feel right. We can share the room. Something. I just feel so terrible. I'm such a burden," I say on the verge of tears. I had no idea why I was crying, but I was. Then again this is me. I can be extra emotional at times.
"It's fine, Dyamond. This is only temporary. Why are you crying?" He asks.
"I don't knowww," I say sniffling. "I just wish this wasn't how my life is. I'm pregnant, no baby daddy, no house. I'm working at a damn clothing store barely making over minimum wage. This isn't where I wanted to be by this age," I say as more tears roll down my cheeks. "Even your life. How come all the bad shit happens to us?"
