Gena
"She's there?" Jess says into the phone.
"Yeah, they both are."
"Well...how is she? Does she seem okay?"
"Nah, Jess, she doesn't. She's pissed off. She's upset at how things ended, and how you up and left her. But I think she misses you more than anything. Why haven't you called her?"
"And say what? I'm sorry I had to leave you, I'm sorry that I'm such a POS that I couldn't be around you anymore, or sorry that I was sick of being the little white girl that no one has any faith in?"
"Stop, Jesslyn. Seriously, we all had faith in you! I supported you in talking to Mia and going..."
"You what?" I jump from the sound of Shay's voice behind me.
'She heard you?' Jess speaks into the phone.
"Shay..." She looks like she wants to shoot me. "Let Me explain."
"Explain." She crosses her arms and gives me a dead look.
"Jess I gotta go..."
'Wait..what? Wh-' I cut her off and hung up.
"Okay, a while back, before I got pregnant, jess came to me about wanting to branch out. You know, run her own section."
"And you supported that?"
"We had just gotten shipped off by you and Mia and we were both upset that you guys were treating us like we were some fragile ass children."
"So you throw a tantrum? But you're not children...iight go on." I take a deep breath and try keeping eye contact even though this bitch scares the hell outta me.
"I told her to do it. Talk with Mia. She wasn't going to because she didn't want to leave me by myself. I told her to not stay Just because of me. Well...as the months went on, I got pregnant, you and Mia got even more secretive and shit. And you and Jess just...grew apart."
"We were protecting you two!" She shouts out.
"What's going on?" Mia walks in with a scowl on her face.
"We didn't need protection! We needed to be out there with our girlfriends having their fucking backs! You guys NEVER let us make our own decisions! You make them for us. Jess got sick of it, and so did I, but she's the only one who had the courage to leave!" Shay's mouth drops and I look over and see Mia's eyes wide.
"Baby... I didn't mean..." She puts her hand up and walks out.
Shay raises her eyebrows at me. "Shut up, Shay."
I run out after her, trying to catch her before she gets into her car.
"Baby! Miamor. Please wait!!!" She gets in the car but I'm quick enough to stand in front of it.
"Move out of the way, Gena." Her eyes are that dark color again... Her face...I don't even know. Its dead.
"Baby, I didn't mean it like that!"
"The fuck do you mean you didn't mean it like that?!" She stops the engine and jumps out. She storms towards me and I flinch back.
"I...I...um."
"You...you..what?!" Her face is so close to mine I can feel the heat from her breath.
"I was furious when you wanted me to stay and hide while you and Shay went out and handled business. It wasn't fair."
"Fair?! Me not wanting you to get hurt or fucking die wasn't fair? Jesus, you're so god damn childish! What the fuck did you expect me to do when everyone around me was dying or getting hurt?! We STILL haven't found that mystery ass woman who was there that night! She's still fucking out here!"
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Not Your Average Trap Queen
Aktuelle LiteraturTRAP QUEEN: A bomb-ass female. The baddest female. She is loyal to her friends, lives for her family, and gives no fucks to bitter, petty bitches. Miamor Rodríguez is all this and more. She is the sole heir to her father's Columbian Drug Cartel...