Life after the rap game (completed)

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^Miracle in the media^
Lyric pov~
I woke up hearing banging on the door. I got up out the bed to see who it was. It was Niqo looking sad and remorseful. The look in his eyes were eager, anger, regret, and sorrow. I can tell he felt bad about something, but little did he know I knew exactly what he was feeling bad about. I opened the door for him. "What?" I bluntly asked him. "I'm sorry." He says while trying to hug me. I pushed him off of me. "Get your shit and leave!" I yelled at the top of my lungs while punching him in his face multiple times. "Stop!" He yelled. "Hell no! You wanted to go be with that bitch from the start! Got me looking stupid like you about to marry me and shit! Hell no I'm not going to stop!" I said in between punches. Peach and Miracle came down stairs and broke it up I guess my anger got the best of me.

I spent all night crying and packing his shit up. I cried until I got a headache and I still continued to cry, I cried myself to sleep. "Go get your shit." I calmly said now that I got most of anger out I feel a little bit better. He lucky I ain't burn his shit.

"No I'm not going to get my shit. Let me explain." He said. "I don't want to hear it." I said feeling myself becoming pissed off again, because he still isn't understanding the fact that I don't want to talk to his dawg ass. "It was an accident, okay." I slightly chuckles to myself. This nigga must really think I'm stupid. "How the fuck is sticking your dick in someone an accident? Huh?!" I asked. "I didn't mean-" I cut him off by slapping him. "Your shit is in those boxes bye the back door go get it. You lucky I didn't get a chance to burn them."

And with that being said I headed upstairs to my room and pulled out my vodka and weed. Whenever I'm stressed out I smoke and drink the pain away. It's the only way I know how to deal with my issues because I've never had anyone to talk. I know I'm only seventeen and I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing, but I don't know what else to do. I'm going to get help soon.

Niqo pov~
I started walking to go get my things and out of no where peach slaps the shit out of me. "The fuck was that for?" I snap. "For fucking around on my sister,nigga!" She yelled getting ready to swing on me again,but Miracle pulled her back. Damn all the females beating my ass today. It wasn't even my fault that shit happened with me and Faith. I didn't plan on fucking her. We were taking shots at the bar and I went to the bathroom while and she ordered me a drink and I drunk it. A while after drinking it I started to feel funny and I past out and that's all I remembered until this morning when she told me everything she spiked my drink and that's why I passed out and she took me to her house and raped me.

I tried to tell Lyric but she doesn't want to hear it. I'll just come back to tell her when she's calm.

I grabbed my last box and walked in the living room seeing Miracle looking sad and scared. I sat the box down and sat next to her on the couch."What's wrong baby girl?" I asked. "Nothing. I just need to tell my mom something and I don't know how to tell her." She says. I sighed. "I'm not about to get all up in your business, but what do you have to tell her?" I asked. "I don't wanna talk about it never mind forget I even said anything." She said. "Okay, call me if you want to talk." I said while picking my box back up and leaving.
If it's really important and she needs someone to talk to she'll call me,but I'm not going to force her to talk if she don't want to.

I went to my car and pulled off. Damn where the fuck am I gone go? I have no family out here in Houston. I guess I'll just sleep at a hotel  and catch a flight back to California, if Lyric don't want me back after I tell her what really happened.

Miracle pov~
I'm so nervous right now. My stomach is doing flips and it's feels like I'm about to throw up. My mom is sitting right here staring at me waiting on me to talk. I don't want to tell her, but I have to. She's gonna find out sooner or later. I grabbed my mom's hand. "Will you promise me that you won't be mad or look at me differently after I tell you what I'm about to tell you?" I asked her. She looked me in my eyes like she was reading me for a few seconds. "Miracle what did you do?" She asked me. "Nothing." I replied. "Okay, tell me whatever you have to tell me. You can tell me anything."

I took a deep breath as my eyes teared up a little. "Mom, I like girls. I'm gay." I said while a few tears slipped out. My moms looked shocked. "Why? W-what made you like girls?" She asked while stuttering on her words. "Not only did daddy rape me he had females rapping me. I'm not attracted to girls their sex just feels good and doesn't hurt. When daddy raped me I had a huge puddle of blood on the sheets and I was hurting down their for days and it hurt badly." I said while tears slowly slid down my cheeks. She pulled me in a hug. "Baby girl the only reason why it hurt is because he didn't turn you on and it was your first time. You were completely dry and when it's your first time the male is suppose to make moist down there and put it in slowly so he won't hurt you." She explained. "I don't have a problem with you being gay but don't let what your father did to you make you wanna be gay." She added. "I don't even think I'm gay it's just the sex that I like." I haven't willingly had sex with females I was only raped by females. I guess imma try to find me a boyfriend and have sex with him to try it out.
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