" thank you " , I took my ticket and sat my black ass back down . Its been 3days since Bruce threatned my life. I reached out to my mother, but since she haven't returned my calls I figured I'd pay her a visit .
I never completely forgave my mother for her actions, in fact, she made me the money hungry hoe I was today. While my father was in prison, she would bring men in to " touch me " & call them my uncle and say we were playing a game. By the age of 12, I knew what the hell was going on . Still, she was the first person I ran to for everything.
At 12:03pm, I arrived in front my mother house , ready to take any advice she gave me.
Her truck was nowhere in sight so I pulled out my spare key, but the door was already cracked open. I proceeded inside and a fonky ass smell slapped me in the face.
I was thirsty from the long plane ride so soda was calling my name. I walked into the kitchen dropped everything.
My mother was dead. Tapped to her head was a letter that read " you next."
Bruce was the first person name that popped in my head, but he's so cocky that if it was him , he'd leave his name on his work.
Who in the fuck could be after us ?
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Survival By Any Means
General FictionJanae doesn't know which way to turn anymore . Her family is falling apart and She's use to getting what she wants , but lately things haven't been going right . Her life is slowly spilling out her body, but you can bet all your money Janae will co...
