Karma's trouble

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- this book will all be written in karmas POV so I will not always put ( karmas POV ) n-joy

-I'm not heartless I jus learn how to use my heart less -

Karma POV

I can't say I can't believe this shit. I always knew it was coming. All the dirt I've done. Won't be no sunshine in my summers.

Only rain to ease my pain. I don't want it to rain forever but the dirt that I do won't make it any better.

I threw my booksack into my aunt tami's all white Escalade and took a seat in the back. She looked at me questionably so I cocked my eyes at her. She turned around then the car started to move. She look back ever few seconds in the mirror like I couldn't feel her.

I kept my attention on my phone " is Thea something u wanna say tami" I said in the same voice I say everything I keep it dead and dry that way no one knows what I'm felling it's always good to leave people wondering

" how u holding up " my voice the same " I'm straight " I said my attention now on the city I've seen so many times.

New York City to be exact . My aunt is what a wise man calls poor and a fool calls rich. The money she poses, the cars she drive all expensive all make her feel like she the shit but really she ain't shit.

Tami ain't got no love in her life tami don't have kids or even friends jus a man who provides and that about it. And I know Neither do I but the bitch is 37.

We pulled up to her house Rome's car wasn't outside. I haven't been here in two years looks like they've built on more for that I don't know it's not like anyone is ever in the place. Looking at this house motivated me.

Your now listening to my inside thoughts so by the way I think you'd probably think I was a good girl. Well that's what u get for thinking bitch. I grabbed my bags tami grabbed some to making sure my orange bag hang across my body I hopped out the car. Logan the Butler approached us with the cart and we put the bags on. My orange Nike bag still hang on my side. I don't talk much silence is key.

I only speak when spoken to and even then I don't say to much. I'd rather observe then talk, talking get you caught up. Silence leave mystery. I knew my way around the house. I walked in and headed strait for the second wings.

" karma " tami said I turned to face her. " this is not like old times you live here now the house is bigger let me show you where you'll stay. I stayed silent and followed her around corners and through some long halls. A pink sign hung above some stairs it read "karma " " karma this is like your own little place " little ? I thought

Back in New Orleans I lived in some apartments one bed room sometimes I slept on the floor that when I did come home

" you know what I do karma and I don't want you around it you a good girl stay that way" tami patted my back and slipped something into my pocket before disappearing around another corner

I'm here living with tami because my grandma died which is her adoptive mother we both don't speak on it

She's gone now and that's that we let her go on her trip home in peace longing for her will only make it hard for her to go be free with us humans calling her back

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a black card the back had numbers on it I guess it was her PIN number tami is like I said a rich bitch but only if she knew I'm jus a little richer

I slid the car into my pocket and jogged up the marble stairs it was nice the starts lead to a flat surface like a living room almost just up stairs it had two hallways coming from two different directions and one door on the middle wall

Opening the middle door I slung my orange bag on the the white covered bed I wasn't impressed I've seen better I've actually brought better

I unzipped the bag and smirked. I'm the true definition of s young roadrunner. I ran my hand across 6o thousand dollars. I reached for the envelope which contained three keys. Keys that will have me set for life !

I slid the keys under my mattress until tomorrow. I grabbed my guns from the bag put one on my hip and the other under my mattress. I placed my knifes in my bun. And my taser in my pocket

I didn't come to New York because I had to. I came to New York to finish business

I guess you could call me a good girl gone bad