"I know them boys starvin" Lindsey said while pulling up in the yard. She grabbed the bag of $2 worth sliced ham and bread off the back seat. Everytime old man Mr Williams would get his fix, he would always give Mandy money and food out his fridge for the kids. Even though the old man was a perv, he slick had a heart at the same time. It was just fucked up how she had to do that for him to show it.
Mandy slowly walked behind her mom, rubbing her arm ready for another hit. Looking down the block at all the black guys posted up that sold it. No signs of Reece though; Reece was the one who she would usually get some from. But anyways.....
(Mandy) "Im at the point of my life now yall, where living to me is just dying. Look at my momma walking up these stairs. Not a worry in the world as long as she get her hit, or my pussy paying the bills. Taking that no good as Ced back time after time knowing he toxic. And look at my dumb ass, about to rub this damn vein out my arm feening for my fix. Im 17 yall.....im only 17!"
"Grandsons we're home.....GRANDSONS COME EAT SOME SANDWICHES! CELINA? CELINA?" Lindsey yelled but no signs of nobody. Mandy tired as ever, quickly laid down on the couch knowing her boys were just gone run out and jump on her at any time. Lindsey on the other hand walked around the house and finally walked in her bedroom. Screaming immediately to the top of her lungs.....
"CELINNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOO!"
And there she was hanging from the ceiling fan as the three boys stood around her just looking lost to it all. Mandy eyes immediately got big sitting on the couch from the screams thinking to herself....
"What now?"
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Strung Out N Misunderstood
Short Story#Intro "Damn yall I just don't know. Its like the more high I get , the less I have to deal with reality. My name is Mandy Edwards, im 17 years old, and im a herrion addict; Boy does it feel good. Hold on yall just a second, let me find one of thes...
