Bad & Boujee

Bad & Boujee || Ten

I walked in school Monday morning on some crazy shit. This past weekend Armani got exposed. Apparently the nigga she been fucking been getting her high as fuck and he started recording her every time they fucked and every time she sucked him up. In one of the videos the wild ass nigga nutted in her. He ain't give no fucks. Elijah made this story with our high school name and added everybody in Chicago and posted all the videos of her. I wanted to feel bad but fuck that hoe.

"Takari. Can you help me please?" Armani ran up to me crying. She grabbed my arm. I was confused as fuck. Why did this bitch want my help?

"Bruh get the fuck off me. Don't touch me nasty ass hoe."I spazzed on the bitch in front of everybody, straight like that.

"No Takari please. You was the only one to ever care for me forreal. Diamond set me up. Kari please help me." Armani begged. Floods of tears were coming down her face. She could barely talk. I knew she was scared cause I knew her and her personality and her as a person. She know her momma don't play that shit.

"No bitch bye." I pushed her ass off of me. I ain't want to help that hoe. She wasn't helping me when I got raped so fuck that bitch.

Minding my business I left that hoe crying. She really tried it. Bitch you bashed me in my house jumped me with some random ass hoe, and now that same hoe set you up so you want my help cause you knew who was there to ride from the beginning.

The day zoomed by fast like it always do. I was just ready to go home and go to sleep. Soon as that bell rung, bitch I dipped. I ain't say bye to nobody or nothing like that. I walked my ass home cause Jay wasn't coming today. When I arrived it was empty. No ma, no unc, no Nya and no Tyler. Or atleast I thought.

"Why you in my room?" I asked Tyler, he was sitting in my chair in the corner with a bottle oh Hennessy in his hand.

"Come here."

I stood there. I was scared as fuck. I did not want to move.

"I said come the fuck here." He was getting mad. I dropped my shit on the floor where I was standing and slowly walked towards him and my chair. When I was finally in front of him, he pulled me onto his lap. He started kissing on my neck.

"Stop." I moaned out.

"Why you thought it was okay to have a boyfriend?" He kissed my neck in between every word. "You said that pussy belonged to me."

"I'm sorry."

"You better be sorry bitch. You lucky I ain't even opened this bottle yet or you would be getting fucked up right now. Get up." His mood changed quickly. I hopped up off his lap.

"Strip."

"What?" I questioned.

"I said strip bitch stop acting stupid." He slapped me before sitting back down. I slowly removed my hoodie, pulling it over my head. I kicked off my UGG's and pulled off my pants, leaving my in my purple lace bra and matching panties.

"Don't you ever fucking think you gone fuck with another nigga again. You hear me?"

He choked me. Not the sexual choke, but this dude was trying to kill me. I started crying cause I couldn't breathe. He threw me on the bed and pulled off his pants and tried to pull off my panties. I kicked him in his stomach although I was aiming for his dick.

"Don't you ever fucking kick me again." His hand struck across my face.

"Stoppp." I cried out as he forced himself inside of me. There wasn't even no feeling no more. I was used to this. All I could do was cry it was nothing more I could do. When he got up and walked out my room I rushed and threw on another set of panties and a new bra. I put on my thick ass pink Ralph Lauren Polo sweatsuit and my black sparkly UGG's. I got my PINK duffle bag and threw in two outfits and some panties and bras with a few socks. I grabbed my charger and ran down the steps and out the house crying. As I walked down the street people stared but I didn't care. I had to get to Jay's house.