His Rider, Her Thug

Chapter 3

Tiara POV

I opened my eyes and Jamal wasn't no where to be found. He went home.
I went to the bathroom to do my hygienes, I saw my mother pass out on the ground sleeping. I pick her up and sat her on the toilet she started to smile at me as she opened her eyes "Good morning baby girl" she slurred
I started to run a bathe for her, I strip her out of her clothes and set her in. I started to brush her hair, my mother had long curly black hair similar to mines but her hair is shorter.
"Ma you gotta stop doing this to ya self" I said
"You can't tell me what to do I'm a grown ass Woman, I born you not the other way around and don't you forget it" she said as she climb out the water grabbing a towel wrapping it around herself leaving the bathroom.
I sign as I started to take off my clothes, I put my hair in a bun on the top of my head because I don't want it to get wet because it take forever to dry, and I wash it yesterday so no need to wash it today.
I drain the water out of the tub setting New water.
I started to sing August Alsina song Ghetto.

"I love the way you keep them heels on
Hair ain't yours but it's paid for and it's real on.
Show them tattoos when you stitched up with your Js on.
And you gotta ass so fat that I can't help but feel on.
And you keep it real when it comes to having sex.
Girl you don't ever Flex, long as I fuck you good you ain't worried bout what's next
That's why I keep you here you ain't like them other hoes
Caz you the fucking best, just in case you didn't know
Caz you ain't got half a million dollar condo.
And you ain't got a hundred thousand dollar car
But you got a billion dollar body trust me I know
You keep it hood no matter where you are
Cause you come from the Ghetto"

I finish singing the rest of the song as I rub my skin.
I'm still a little stun about last night I almost got raped and on top of that somebody was murder in front of me.
I push the thought to the back of my head as I finish bathing. Niggas get killed everyday and shit ain't phase me but the rape part that's what keep replaying in my head.
I wrap a towel around my body getting out.

I finish getting ready, I decided to put on my red Coco dress with the number 99 on it in white and my white, red and black jordans that miss Robinson got me for my birthday last year.

For a person thats not rich I manage to work for what I want and  I buy what I want so that I don't have to depend on people to do it for me, I prefer to be independent. I can't afford those thousand dollar clothes but I'm still killing it.
I decided I was gonna let my hair down just as it is, I put in my hoops earing. I came in the living room see that my mother was already gone.
"Typical" I said to myself.There was a knock at the door, I open it to see Jamal standing there, he was wearing a red polo shirt with white cargo pants and a with and red jordan, he almost match with me.
"You ready to go?" He asked
"Go where?" I said
"We gonna get you a phone"

" I appreciate you trying to help me but if I wanted a phone I would have save my money and buy one" I reply
"Why you gotta be so stubborn I'm just trynna help you"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" I snap " I don't need anyone's help I've been doing it on my own for a long time now"
He nod his head "Aight, So you didn't need my help last night when your ass almost got rape huh that was my ass helping you, I help you cause I care about your ass can't you see that shit"
He snap back at me, I just shut my mouth, he look at up and down before storming back to his car. He was right.

"Jamal I'm sorry" I said running after him, I grab his arms stopping him from opening his car door "I've just been stress out a lot lately, I didn't mean to take it out on you" he look at me like he was still mad then he smiled. " Aight but the next time your ass snap on me I ain't gonna forgive you, now let's go we have things to do today" he smirked. I shrug getting in the car.