✨ You Don't Know My Struggle, So You Can't Feel My Hustle✨ Lil Boosie
❤️ August (pictured above)
I couldn't believe I was doing this. I hated my body and peeling off my clothes made me feel embarrassed. The cold low red eyes took me in like I was candy as I tired to control my now trembling body.
"Come the fuck here ma. I own you now. I just wanted to see what you was looking like under them big ass clothes." the raspy voice matched his rough appearance. He still had fresh scratches on his neck from me clawing him and one under his eye
He wasn't ugly at all but the dry blood stains on his hand and pants creeped me out.
The fact that I didn't know him from the man or the moon and he looked like a killer had me praying to God for a way out. His ski mask was pulled at the top of his curly head and he smoked on his blunt as he eye raped me. He was nonchalant yet his presence alone was threatening as he cooly sat on the edge of the king sized bed in this dirty motel.
I didn't really have no choice in the matter and slowly walked towards him in just my underwear. I was topless and my c cup perky breasts were covered up as much as I could by my small hands. I wanted to run but the big ass gun sitting on his lap made me reconsider. I was scared out of my mind but tried to keep my face stotic
"I should've shot your pretty ass earlier but you lucky" he chuckled and pulled at my granny panties. His long legs were open now and I was between them. I felt my throat closing in smelling the weed and cologne he wore.
"Bitch you dead wrong for this shit. It's a whole wolf pack down here. You got pretty hair on yo head but a hairy nappy haired pussy. You need to handle that shit" he frowned at my hair sticking out of my underwear. I wasn't raised to shave and it made me think of Brandon, the only boy I've been with who never complained.
"Are you going to rape me?" I asked lowly and shaky. I wasn't a killer or nothing but the minute a way out presented itself I was taking it no matter what. I would fight blood, sweat and tears out here. I tried to control my erratic breathing and nervousness. I couldn't lie and say his menacing scowl and gun didn't put fear in my heart.
I wanted to cry at the thought of him threatening my grandmother who didn't speak a lick of English. When he started speaking Spanish to my fathers mother she was shocked. He bluntly told her because of my actions it was certain consequences I had to face. A gang of goons in her garden had her almost about to have a heart attack and she fought for me. But it was no use so now here I was
My mother was a known booster and always getting locked up to the point she got deported back to Jamaica. I was Jamaican and Puerto Rican but moved to America at 13 years old with my father mother. Jamaica wasn't the greatest but in my eyes it was more violent and cutthroat here in Baltimore City.
"I didn't know that shit was yours. I swear" I backed up a little bit looking how evil his eyes were turning
"You know now. I can't let you slide just beside your a female. I hate a thief. I work hard for my bread. You stole my fucking Benz and took it to the chop shop and got that bread for it. Yet you real short on the fucking bread you got off it. Give me your hand"
"No!" I yelled backing away. He chuckled at me rubbing his chin then snatched my hand anyway. I couldn't control my reflexes and smacked him across the face. He quickly put the pistol under my chin and I felt my heart drop to my feet
"Ughhhhhhhhhhh! Pleaseeeee stop! Oh my fucking God!" I didn't even recognize my voice as it went in octowaves of anguish. I was crying now feeling him break two of my fingers
"You wasn't crying when you stole my fucking shit. Shut the fuck up and let's go"
"I'm damn near naked!" I screamed at him biting my bottom lips looking at my red fingers. The shooting pain I felt was unbearable.
"Bitch, I look like I give a fuck about that?" He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me to the door
It was engulfed in darkness outside and only old hookers lingered around this motel. I could see a black old Chevrolet parked right infront of the room with two niggas dressed in black leaning on the car
"Y'all got the lil nigga who I paid to look after my shit?" He spoke to the taller one who locked eyes with me. He shook his head at me and I could see the resemblance the two shared
"You already" he spoke opening the door
The boy I finessed and charmed just this morning was pushed out the car and in tears. He kept farting and he look petrified.
He was only like a year younger than me and a corner hustler
"You let a pretty face trick you and cause you ya life Lil homie" my taker spoke never letting his death grip off me go
"Nah...Nah listen Snow you got it all wrong. I was doing my job. I only had this one fuck up. Please! Listen man!" He begged in sobs then released another fart that smelled like rotten eggs. The other guy covered his face with his shirt and the tall one mugged him
"I want you to see what you should've been getting" Snow, as the boy called him raised his pistol and shot the boy dead in his head blowing it completely off . Only a muffled sound came out.
Blood brain matter splattered all over me and I was even crying harder now. I felt sick to my stomach and horrified. This sick ass muthafucker was crazy. They giggled at me seeing me piss on myself
"Man kill this Bitch too. Ain't no witnesses" the tall guy spoke up
"Who she going run to? The police in my pocket. Plus we ain't no average niggas. Babygirl you going have to work this debt off. I don't get paid in pussy. I'm putting you to work" he whispered in my ear and handed me his gun after taking off a glove
"I'm not touching that!" I cried out in disbelief. I witnessed a murder. He forced me to hold the gun
"Blame yourself bitch. You killed him. Ya prints all over that" he laughed heartlessly. I raised it at him and pulled the trigger just for it to click.
"Damn this Bitch kind of bold. But my nigga ain't stupid enough to give you a loaded gun. What's yo name?" The short one asked me showing me golds in his mouth. He had short dreads and was brown skinned looking at me amusingly. He wasn't ugly but not my type. I ignored him completely feeling shook from what my eyes just witnessed and the pain in my fingers. I was even sweating profusely now and felt like the pain from my throbbing fingers were going make me die
When i was forced to get in the car I whimpered silently afraid of my future. This nigga was going pay. Watch! Didn't they already sleep on me when I stole his car? I always was jacking cars and taking them to the body shop. I wasn't just a pretty face
