Marijuana Hearts

Chapter 14

Sienna P.O.V

(Dylan's house, April 3,2012, 12:16 pm)

That whole shit that went on early this morning had me up with a headache and shit running through my head about my possible "twin."

After i knocked out i dont know what the fuck happened next. I remember some bitch and i fighting and then i blacked out after that.

I got up from the bed i was sleeping on and found someone laying on the floor sleeping peacefully. I quickly stepped over him and went into the living room to get my clothes and bathroom things to prepare myself to go out.

I picked out my blue crop top, white skinny jeans, concords and my makeup bag. I quickly took a shower and applied my makeup then left with my keys and phone.

When i got outside, there was police all over the place and they blocked 2 streets up looking for evidence and what not. Hardly anybody was out because of all the police activity.

Entering Dylan's car, it spoke, "Welcome Dylan."

 I didnt know this nigga had this much swag since we only talk on the phone and hardly do our business in person.

I drove to IHOP and went inside for some breakfast/brunch.

I ordered then sat down to enjoy my delicious food. As i checked my messages, a random man came out of nowhere and sat down across from me.

"Hi beautiful. Why are you sitting here all alone?"

I blushed. "Uhh well...."

He laughed. "Save it. You dont have a boyfriend do you?"

"Nope."

"Aww, want me to fill in that spot?"

Before i answered i checked him out. He had on a White tee, saying OBEY in the front, jeans and a pair of Jordons.

I dont go out with guys. In the matter of fact i never had a boyfriend before. From the time i turned 12 my grandmother got diabetes and i felt obligated to help her. So i used to strip in the boys bathroom and the boys would pay me for it. Everytime i asked my grandmother about my mom she would always say she's a sick bitch and that i should never look for her.  When i asked about her son, my dad, she would say he left when i was young and that he will never come back. Everyday i would sit and look at albums she had and wonder who was the girl that looked liked me when we took pictures. But when i asked her she said, that was my cousin and her mom and my mom used to be bestfriends. At first i believed her, but then it bacame weird that the girl and i looked EXACTLY alike. When i turned 16, i met Dylan and he made me handle business in Chicago.

"Hey there. Im just playing, im cuffed."

I looked at him, eyebrows up. "Wow."

"Yeah. You know my girlfriend... Alexis."

When i heard that bitch name i almost flipped off. "You know i dont like that bitch and you come here trying to hit on me?! The fuck!?"

"Ayee, shawty calm down. She's not here with me. I heard what she did to you when she told me all about the craziness she used to do."

"Used to? That bitch probably still doing it. Once a man always a man."

"Woah, woah. What the fuck you talking bout thoo? She told me her father raped you."

I laughed at him. "Her father huh? Nigga ha DICK was in MY fucking ass. First one to open my shit."

He was silent.

"Yeahh, you didnt know she that huh? I guess you dont know her afterall."

He picked up his phone off the table and walked away.