No Love

Chapter 1: Crazy Ass Night

Liyah

Oh God, how did I get here? Shit I don't even know my damn self. One minute I was sitting on cloud nine getting some good ass head from a nigga I met two hours ago at the club, now I'm laying outside on the cold wet ground butt ass naked. Did that fool laced my weed? Did he rape me and throw my ass on the streets like trash? Oh shit, my mamas car! How the fuck I'm gonna get home now? So many questions popped in my head as I took in my surroundings. It was still very late, around 3 a.m I assumed. I don't know how long I been unconscious but how could nobody see a naked ass girl on the street lying out cold? I guess that's the hood for you. Nobody give a damn, hell they probably thought I was some young prostitute that got drunk and passed out. My first thought was my cellphone but then I realize I don't have shit on me, not even clothes so Im basically fucked. Why me? I'm too good for this. I'm too pretty for this. I don't deserve this shit. That nigga gonna pay for what he did to me I swear on my life. Gaining consciousness, I struggled to get up and almost slipped on my ass because it was so dark. Across the street was a raggedy ass gas station, but how in the hell was I going to go inside with no clothes on? My eyes start scanning around the filthy junk yard and spotted some old newspapers. Thank God, something for me to cover my naked ass. I slowly walked a few feet over where the newspapers were. I bent down to pick them up and felt something crawling up my arm.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed out rubbing my arm repeatedly so the nasty ass bug can fall off.

Using the newspapers to cover myself. I dreadfully headed across the street to the gas station. On my way there, I saw a couple pot heads staring me down which made me nervous as fuck. I ain't tryna get raped for the second time, or so I thought. To be honest, I don't know if that nigga robbed or raped me, I was too damn high to know what the fuck went down. I was snapped out my thoughts when one of the bums whistle at me. I shivered in disgust, trying to quicken my pace.

"Aye! Hold up, you got a dollar?" One of the bums shouted at me.

I ignored his ass and kept it moving. Hell nah I ain't gotta dollar. He see my ass covered with newspapers so why the fuck would I have any money on me? Dumb, homeless, bum ass nigga.

"Bitch, I know you heard me!" He started yelling as I sped up my pace.

Shit! Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worst. I turned my head to see this nasty muthafucka creeping up on me. Before he had a chance to snatch me up, my hand was on the gas stations front entrance. Thank God! Thought I had to kick his ass for a second.

Entering the gas station, I saw this fine ass nigga at the cashier looking bored as hell. He was looking down at his phone texting I assume. Baby was sexy as fuck and I wanted a piece of that ass. Then I realized I was butt naked covered with newspapers, looking like a lost homeless child. This night can't get any worst than this shit. He finally looked up when I cleared my throat walking toward him. And let me tell you this nigga stared at me like I was a dirty ass crack head, about to ask him to suck his dick for a blow.

"Look ma, I ain't got any change. So you needa bounce," he demanded pointing his index finger at the exit.

Trying to cover myself the best I can, I looked at him with sadness in my eyes, to let him know I'm just a lost ass girl trying to find her way home.

"Look, I'm not a crackhead, I just needa use a phone to find a ride home. I had a long ass night and this shit turned out to be the worst." I explained to him, hopefully looking at me in a different light.

"Well damn, what happened to you ma?"

I looked down, confused as hell, because I can barely remember anything after I left the club with a random nigga. To say I'm embarrassed was a understatement. Why the fuck would I leave with a stranger? Yea it was that liquor and weed, had my mind all crazy and shit.