Oh God, She's Like Us.

twelve- snitches.

   I sat at the kitchen bar,  scrolling through my phone as Franklin cooked. "Smells good." I compliment, getting up and walking over. I hold his waist, kissing his cheek. "Did your aunt teach you how to cook?" I tilt my head, him scoffing. "You really think that Bitch gon' teach me how to cook? Let alone get her lazy ass off that couch and cook for me?" He raises an eyebrow and I smack his bicep. "Don't talk about her like that, F." I frown, walking to the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

   "I'm going out later tonight, hanging out with friends. Don't wait up for me, okay?" I cough quietly, sipping the water. "'Aight. I'll prolly have Lamar over anyways, baby." He nods, fixing us plates. I nod gently, thanking him and pecking his lips before I start to eat. "Best chef ever!" I congratulate,  giggling and finishing it up.

   As I got changed, I notice a text from an unknown number. 'Just wait. Once my daddy knows what you've done, you're gonna get it, Bitch.'

  I scoff and roll my eyes, tucking a gun into my bag before heading upstairs. I hug Franklin's waist, giving him a quick kiss. "You two behave, yeah? Lord knows I'm gonna have to clean the mess if you make it." I tease, seeing Lamar walk over. "Damn, dawg. You really have made it. Got yo' self a big house, a fine ass bitch, and nice cars." He laughs, sitting on the couch. I laugh and wave to them, leaving.

   As I picked up a few friends I cheered, turning up the music.  We drove around town, going bar to bar. I didn't get anything further than tipsy, not wanting to A. Crash my car, B. Get a ticket, C. Franklin getting angry, or D. All of the above. I rub my tired eyes gently, the flashing of neon lights straining them. I step outside, lighting a cigarette. I blow out the smoke, glancing over as I see some girl striding over to me. Great, her again. I roll my eyes, pulling off my shoes. As she steps closer, I hold an arm out, stopping her. "Not too close, sugartits. Unless you want vo-" I was cut off by a punch to the nose. I go silent, feeling the warm liquid drip down my nose. I touch it lightly, confirming it was blood. My glare flicks up to meet hers, hatred and daggers flying at each other.

  In seconds, it was a full out brawl. I didn't really like acting this way in public, but I couldn't help it. She was a real Bitch. I ended it with a final punch to her jaw, hearing a crack. I'm pulled off by a police officer, my eyes widening. "Hello, officer." I say quietly, straightening up. I wipe my nose with my forearm, leaving a smear of blood, only to be replaced by more. I look down, turning around as he places cuffs on my wrists, sitting me in the back of his car. "I just want to ask you a few questions." He nods.

   After the questioning, I was let off with a warning.

  I walk through the door of the house, blood from my knuckles smearing the door knob. I kept my gaze down, avoiding the men's confused gaze. I could smell weed in the air, no doubt they were smoking. I silently walked downstairs, going to rinse off.

  After my shower, I bandaged my knuckles, pulling on one of Franklin's t- shirts. I huff, cleaning up my nose.

  As I appear again, Franklin calls me over. "Oh shit. You beat somebodys ass, huh baby?" He grins, pulling me on his lap. I nod slightly, watching him check my raw knuckles. He seemed to sober up a bit back when I walked in. "It was Devin Weston's cousin. She came at me, she started it! She punched me in the nose." I rub the back of my neck awkwardly. "I think I broke her jaw." I couldn't help but crack a small smile when he hoots. "Gah' damn!!" He scoops me up and spins me, plopping back down.

  "Shh, you're going to wake the neighbors." I giggle, putting a finger to his lips. He smirks, nodding slightly. "I've gotta call Mikey and warn him about her." I nod, climbing off his lap. I turn down the booming music, giving the speakers a break. "Why don't you go shower up?" I pat his chest, smiling sweetly. He nods, going down as I call Michael.

  Once I'm in bed, I had my arm over my eyes, sprawled out a bit. I feel damp skin stick to mine, causing me to remove my arm. I look over, being greeted with a warm sloppy kiss. After a few seconds, I pull away, but he goes right back in. "Frank." I mumble against his lips, groaning quietly as he trailed the kiss down my neck. He quickly found my sweet spot, attacking it with licks and nibbles. A light moan escapes my lips, trying to pry him off. Once I do, I wipe my neck, giggling. "Gross, babe." I whisper, turning off the lights.

  His snores soon filled the room, but I could do anything except sleep.