I was sitting on someone's stairs on the streets of Savannah Georgia. maan I fucking miss New Orleans-
"umm can you fucking move wicha ugly self?" a girl ask with nappy hair like I swear she looked like she was high but ian give a fuck!
“Excuse me? Who are you to tell me what to do?” I stood my ground, clutching my fist.
“Bîtch please, I can beat your àss any day, and time!” She screamed into my face. I cooked my head and took a swing. I hit her jaw-line. She staggered back. I began kicking her and swinging at her. I stood up looking at the worthless limp. She was on the ground twitching a bit. She couched up blood, I stood laughing. This should teach her not to mess with me. I walked away getting a cigarette from my back pocket. I lit it up with my lighter. I put it between my lips and sucked. I saw red and blue lights in the distance. They were getting closer. Oh shît, I thought. I dropped my cigarette and stepped on it. I began messing with my hair. I shook it up, like if i were to just wake up. I stretched out my shirt. I scooped up a hand full of dirt and threw it on myself. I bit on my lip as hard as I could, I soon tasted blood. The lights came closer and two police officers rolled up in a police car. The got out and walk toward me.
“Oh officers, I’m glad you came!” I fake sighed.
“What happen to you ma’am?” One of the officers said examining my bleeding lip.
“Me and my friend, w-we were walking and some guys came. They jumped us. My friend got beat bad. I escaped” I said as tears came down.
“Do you remember how the men looked?” The other one said taking out a small notebook.
“No, they had mask on” I said.
“We’ll go take a look at your friend.” The fat one spoke. They walked away, going to where the bîtch was. I started to walk away, I hid behind a dumpster.
“Ma’am- Hey where she go” One of the officer spoke to the other. I squatted down, trying to be quite. They came with a flashlight. I got up and ran into an alley. It seemed like hours until they were all gone. I looked around, I started walking towards an apartment complex. I went inside the building looking for a bathroom. I got inside the girls restroom and started cleaning myself.
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Liven in Thug War
Teen FictionLiving on these streets hard AF! it don't mean shit from falling in love. I know how hard this shit can be, when income is uncertain Hustling just too make a way. I'm can be yo worse nightmare or your beautiful Angel