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...
Just a nigga who never had nothing that's tryna give my people the world. -Joey Fatts
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• Stuck In My Ways •
2017
Dyme Laguna Beach, CA.
Standing in the mirror I stretch my face in different directions wishing the tiredness in my eyes would go away. The bags I had under my eyes were bigger than I've ever seen them. I was exhausted, tired, drained, fatigued and any other word you could think of. I have been running on less than 5 hours of sleep a night. I had been restless since Star was buried. Every time I tried to sleep I tossed and turned then ended up getting up going to my office to write. I guess that was good because I was using that time to work more.
After putting my autobiography out I went on a book tour and I was finally done. My book was selling more than I thought it would, so that was good. I was already working on the next book despite my publishing company saying I could take a break since I've put out two successful books in a row. Something in me couldn't take a break even though that meant more time with Jodie and time to start planning the wedding.
When I see steam rise up I look down at the sink as the water just ran. I had forgotten I turned it on. I turn the hot knob off then turn the cold one on and watch it fill. I hold my arm up seeing the new cuts on top of the old ones. I open the medicine cabinet grabbing the double edge razor blade feeling the medal between my fingers. Somehow I spiraled into my old ways after Star's death. It was the only thing that made me feel better. I look at it moving it closer to my arm.
When I can hear the doorknob to the bathroom being jiggled I move it away looking back at the door. "Open the door, Dyme," I hear Joey's voice say behind it after a knock. I put the blade back into the cabinet and shut it.
I realize I don't have a shirt on, just a bra. I then grab my crewneck sweatshirt pulling it over my head, put my arms through then pull it over my pregnant belly quickly then unlock the door swinging it open. "Since when you start locking the bathroom door?" He asks as he steps in.
I shrug saying, "I can't have privacy?" I grab my face towel beginning to wash my face as if that's what I was doing in the first place.
"What's privacy anymore? Jodie clearly doesn't know what that is," he says spraying cologne on himself. "You almost ready?" He asks. Today we're going to the 5 month check-up appointment. Hopefully, today we can find out if it's a girl or boy.
"Almost," I respond.
"I'll be downstairs," he says coming up behind me kissing my cheek. I close my eyes then he backs up leaving the bathroom. I sigh heavily looking down. I know I shouldn't be cutting again when I'm pregnant, but I can't help it. After putting my hair into a slick ponytail I go to the bedroom grabbing my jacket putting it on then put my Vans on. I put on a pair of sunglasses then grab my MCM tote bag and cell phone going down stairs.
