Trust No One

Chapter 8: Tan Dress

*Bala’s P.O.V.*

I walked in and saw Smoke sitting on the couch with bandages on and some hoe sitting next to him all up in his face.  I couldn’t really see their faces because they weren’t facing me. They didn’t notice that we were in the house so we just stood there waiting for them to notice us. I heard bits and pieces of their conversation.

“Yea so Ant and ‘em rode by Candy’s but they ain’t catch her.”

What the fuck are they talking about, and who is this her?

“Damnit I can’t trust none of y’all hoes to do shit right.”

“Yea but they said they haven’t found a way to catch her, but we do have Alana watchin’ her.”

What the fuck do that hoe Alana got to do with anything?

“She’ll be doing a drop off on 7th street on Saturday so y’all better get her because if she find out her dad will kil...”

What the fuck, who are they talking about. It can’t be me because I have to do a drop on Saturday. Who the fuck are they trying to set someone up?

 I decided to intervene, “What the fuck is going on in here, and who the fuck is this hoe?” I yell as I finally get their intention.

“Baby just…”

“Who.The.Fuck.Is.This.Hoe?” I asked trying to keep the anger out of my voice. I wasn’t mad that he was talking to this hoe I was mad because he had the fucking nerve to disrespect me by bringing this hoe into my house while I’m not home.

“I’m Shayla.” The hoe said sizing me up. I just know this hoe don’t think she look better than me with her nasty ass weave.

“Bitch did I tell you to speak.” I said as I approached her.

“Now Bae…”

I interrupted his ass, you would think he would know by now that we not together, so me being me I had to clarify it for this nigga but before I do that I must know what the fuck this hoe is doing in my house, she kind of look familiar but I can’t recall where I’ve seen her before. That’s…naw that ain’t her I would remember that ratchet ass weave, it can’t be but when the hoe said her name all I saw was red.

“Shayla? I just know you ain’t the hoe that fucked everything up.” I heard in the background, I wasn’t too sure who said it; I think it was Tweety, but the only thing I could register in my mind was that this hoe with the blonde weave name is Shayla. Shayla+Smoke+in-my-house= Ass whoopin. But before I could hop on this hoe, I saw Tweety Hop on her, so I decided that not only is this hoe disrespectful but so was Smoke bitch ass so I hopped on his ass.

I went straight beast mode on his ass. I punched, slapped, and kicked, and I think I even slammed his ass, but I’m not too sure. Once I felt satisfied enough I turned around and saw Tweety draggin’ the hoe all around the room. I had to stop her ass, she was getting’ her blood all over my carpet, and that shit is hard to clean up.

“Okay girl stop, you getting’ her blood all over my carpet, and you of all people should know that shit is hard to clean up.”

                It was true she of all people should know, with as many fights that done went down in her house. Tweety finally let that hoe go but I couldn’t resist I stomped her a few times; I stopped when the hoe was unconscious. As for Smoke he was groaning and moaning on the ground in pain, I told him to shut that shit up as I continued towards MY room. I walked into my closet, Tweety following close behind and begin to pick out some clothes. It took a while to pick out some clothes because I had to stop every 5 minutes, to get Tweety crazy ass to calm down. I swear this bitch was suppose to be helping me; her crazy ass was too busy tryin’ to shop in my closet.