Angel pov
I drove to the studio and met up with Hakeem. I really needed to clear my head. So I decided to finally get back in the studio. "You still ain't answer my question." I hear keem say. I rolled my eyes and replied,"Because you need to mind ya own." I walkwd into the booth and slid the headphones on my head. The music began to play and i just let out my feelings.
Yeahhhh
Yeahahh
Yeah yeah yeahhh
Yeahhh yaaayyy
Yeahh
Say lil bitch you can't fuck with me
If you wanted too
These are red bottoms
These are bloody shoes
Hit the store i can get em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick cut a nigga off
So dont get comfortable nah
I don't dance now
i make money moves
Said i don't gotta dance
I don't gotta daannncee
I don't dance now
I make money moves
Nah nah naaaahhh
If i see you and i don't speak
That means i don't fuck with you
I'm a boss
You a worker bitch
I make money moves (X2)
I don't jump shit no I fuck with you
You buy me gifts
Just like bloody shoes
We power coupling makin moves
Minding our tea we ain't spreading news
Noo noo
Nooooo
Minding our tea we ain't spreading news
I'm with you
You and me like a gang
Baby that's why you my everthang
You put it down on me
Say my name(X5)
You put that tipy tie all on my pootie tang
Yeah yeah
That that lil thang(X6)
*this is where she stops her version*
As i stop singing i open my eyes to see my father. "Why are you not in school la'nae?" He demands an answer. I wipe my eyes. I take off the headphones and walk out the booth. I pull the sheet of paper out of my pocket and hand it to him. He gets angry.
"Give me your keys and phone." He demands. "that's not even-" my sentence falls short and I feel a stinging sensation begin on the left side of my face.
Hakeem was at my side immediately and my father immediately was in regret with his decision. "Princess I'm so sor-" i stop him and hand him my keys and phone. Hakeem walked me out of the studio.
"Mir are you ok?" He asks as he pulled me into a hug. I shake my head no as i begin to sob into his shoulder. This was so new that i didn't know how to handle it. My father has never hit me before.
I would expect this behavior from my mother but never from my father. I'm his only girl and he use to put me on a thrown. But i guess not anymore.
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Hayran KurguHe pulled me closer. His hand moved from my waist to my pants pulling at my thong. I stopped him. He looked at me confused,slightly worried. "I'm a virgin.", I said seeing the worried look on his face turn to a smile.
