Troubled teens Cuba & Honduras are sent to ATL from Chicago 🌃. They have been through hell and are adjusting to this new & better lifestyle. Little do we know, both Cuba and Honduras are in for huge surprises. Follow through their journeys of lies...
I threw my phone down in frustration when Cuba hung up on me, knowing she was gonna come in here raising hell. I quickly sat up looking over at Kirshnik, then kicked him in his side, making him look at me with anger.
"What nigga?" He asked. He brought some random bitch to my house & these niggas was damn near bout to fuck right next to me.
"Why you bring that bitch over here? If you was tryna fuck you should've took her to your crib." I spat at him.
"Who you calling a bitch?" The bitch asked.
"Bitch, hoe, however you wanna say it. Y'all need to get the fuck out man." I said before standing up. I walked over to the front door swinging it open then stepping to the side.
"Bust a move niggas." I said calmly. I watched them slowly get up after smacking their lips. They gathered their shit then took the walk of shame to my front door. The hoe walked out first then Kirshnik came up to me holding his hand out. I looked at it then back at him.
"Bye nigga." I said looking away.
"Ite then. Bitch ass." He whispered the last part then walked out. I slammed the door behind them then walked back to the living room. It was a mess. Red cups & blankets were everywhere. I smacked my lips as I started to pick the mess up. My eyes were still heavy & I was tired, but I had to get this shit together. As I was picking everything up, I heard the front door open then close, and some keys jiggling. I sighed & prepared for Cuba to start with all the fussing & bitching, but to my surprise I saw Molly instead.
"What you doing back so soon?" I asked. She don't usually get home from fashion school til around 8, sometimes later since her classmate takes her to school and they like to chill after sometimes.
"My teacher daughter-in-law went into labor so, she let us out early." She said plopping on the couch. She laid her head back before shooting it back up & looking around at the mess.
"Damn nigga it's only 3 something, how you make a mess like this?" She said standing back up.
"Man Kirshnik was over here with some hoe. And yo friend gone cuss me out when she get back." I said. "I still haven't cleaned the bedroom."
"Well let me help you cause I don't wanna hear her ass." She said. I walked to the kitchen grabbing a garbage bag, & she began to fold all the blankets up. She ran the vacuum across the floor & I wiped down the coffee table. Once we were done with the living room we moved up to my room. She went into the bathroom first to change into some night clothes, then when she walked in my room she smacked her lips.
"What nigga?" I asked her.
"How you get cups and shit all up here too? You ain't even make the bed up." She said before walking back out the room. I began to gather all the trash together and she returned with a new trash bag & the vacuum. We went to work on my room & got every corner of it. It hasn't been this clean in a while. I hate to clean but this was a mess, and I knew if Cuba saw this shit she'd be more pissed than what she already is.
"Aww look at you Qua!" Molly asked. I was folding clothes by my dress and I turned to look over at her. She was going through my nightstand.
"Damn you really gonna go through my nightstand though?" I said walking over to her. She was holding up a picture of myself from when I was a little kid.
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