~Chapter 10~
"Vante' and Judy here yet?" I ask referring to my brothers trying to change the subject.
"Oh, no bitch they ain't here yet. So come on with the come on," Vivica said.
I watch as Alex went and made sure there wasn't anyone standing outside listening before closing the door and locking it back. I took a breath and began to tell them what happen.
7 years ago..
"Shorty Lo, I feel so goooooooood," I told her with my head out the window. We just left the party that the Omega Psi Phi was throwing before we left for Christmas break. This was my first year at college and I was having the best time of my life. I had graduated high school in the spring and went straight to a university in the fall. Logan was my roommate who was going to school to become a tattoo artist while I was here to become a defense attorney. It was one o'clock in the morning and we were headed home.
It's been a hour and a half later, Logan was still laughing at my drunk ass because I went from crying to laughing to being pissed to crying all over again. "Stop laughing at me LoLo...you just don't understand," I said wiping my eyes. "Understand what?" She asked.
"I don't know," I said crying again. Logan just shook her head. " Yo ass don't need to drink. I'll be back," she said getting out the car. I looked around and saw that we were at a gas station. I reclined my seat back and got comfortable and sung softly to myself 'til my drunk ass fell asleep... I was awaken by something being thrown in my lap and a door slamming. I look down to see three bags full of junk food in my lap. "You hungry?" she asked cranking up the car. I shook my head and went back to sleep.
A hour later..
"Zell...Zell...G..Giselle? Wake up." "Huh, what..where are we?" I looked around and saw that we were at some raggedy apartment complex.
"We at my place, come on."
"Why we at yo' house?" I asked getting out the car and hitting the concrete.
"Because of this right here," she said coming around to help me up. "Mama J ain't about to beat my ass cause I let you come home drunk." Logan had been coming home with me during the holiday breaks, so she has met my parents a few times but she never talks about hers. She grabbed the junk food and closed the door. She threw my arm around her neck and gripped my waist and started pulling me towards the building. We had to walk up two flights of stairs before we got to her floor. When we got to her door, she told me to be quiet. She unlocked the door and we walked in. I was walking blindly because it was pitch black.
"Watch your step," Logan whispered, but it was too late. I tripped and fell over somebody lying on the floor. "Oh, shit," I whispered yelled, "My bad." I giggled and got a grunt in response. I got up quickly when the smell of piss hit me in my nose from him.
I squinted my eyes to try to see and my eyes locked on a man and woman butt-ass naked sleep on the couch. I could see that the lady had a belt wrapped around her arm, so I already knew what was up. I snapped out of it when I felt Logan pulling on my arm for me to follow her. When we got outside her door, I saw that it had a bolt on it. I watched as she got out her keys and unlocked it. Walking in after her, I was surprised to see it was nice as hell. The room was a medium size and color theme was red, black, and silver. She had a king bed with red comforter and silver silk sheets, 50'' plasma TV in her little sitting area, a stereo, a mini fridge with a microwave on top, and an Apple iMac pc sitting on her desk in the corner. I looked over everything again for a second before closing and locking the door behind me.
"How could you afford all this?" I asked jumping up to sit down on the bed. My room doesn't look this nice, and my parents got a little money.
"I can't.. I stole it." She said putting the drinks in the fridge and the rest of the snacks on top of the microwave. I just stared at her to see if she was lying, but she didn't crack a smile so I know she wasn't. "Everything?"
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Thug Noire
General Fiction(FOLLOW BEFORE ADDING) Giselle' Grace Collyns is one of the best known lawyers in the state of California. Beautiful? Humble? Independent? Selfless?That she is , but don't get it twisted. Giselle' is from the hood of Michigan- born and raised. Takin...