Money Power Respect! (URBAN)

Chapter 12

      Pulling up to Aaron's house I put my car in park and ran up the steps. He was sitting on the steps. "What the fuck happened to you" He said. Before I could explain Jackpot was getting out his car and walking over. "Cherish baby come on I don't want to have to hurt you again" He yelled.

      "Ayo my man Ima need you to lower Ya fucking tone and hurt her YOU put us fucking hands on my baby moms pussy" Aaron said as he walked down the steps untuckng his gun. "That's my woman mind your business" He said. "Hit me like you hit her Cherish come hold my strap, Ima fuck this nigga up first then Ima kill this bull" He said.

   

    I quickly grabbed the gun out of his hand and watched as Aaron walked over and punched him in the face. They began to go blow for blow. As the fight progressed Jackpot tried to slam Aaron but he wasn't having that he quickly dipped under him and head butted him in the face making jackpot stumble back.

     They through there hands back up and began to fight again. I couldn't take no more as I thought about him whipping my ass and raping me I cocked the gun back. My hands trembled as I waited for them to break apart soon as they did I shot the gun.

      I opened my eyes to see jackpot laid on the ground holding his gun shot wound. Aaron grabbed the gun out my hand and led me into the house. He slammed the door. "Explain this shit" He said pointing to my face. I began t explain everything that I remembered, before could finish he cut me off.

     "I told yo ass this shit was gone catch up to you but you never fucking listen I don't wish that shit on nobody but you better thank god that shit wasn't worse maybe this will show yo ass fucking for money ain't ever been safe" He said. I appreciated his help but I ain't wanna deal with that shit he talking I hear it enough from Tre.

     "Look thanks for the help but I ain't come here for you to judge me or whatever." I spoke calmly as I grabbed my bags and headed for the door.

     "You Know what you maybe right, but that's how I make my money and you or know one else opinion fucking matters nobody judge you about selling drugs and going in and out of jail, and killing muthafuckas yet you can come at me about fucking for money fuck you want me out here fucking for free, then you a have something to say right, I was bringing weed and pills up to jail for you that shit was dangerous and illegal too but no complaints right the next time you Bouta take a nigga life think how unsafe that is" I spoke.

  

         "Daddy bad " Fallen said. Aaron went to pick her up and she backed up crying. "No No Daddy Bad" she said. "Get The Fuck Out Right Now" Aaron yelled at me I looked back as he picked up fallen and then I walked out. Fuck Him...

       I got in my car and headed home it was 6am. I reached home took a shower. Covered my bruises as best as possible. I slipped on my red skinny leg sweat pants that said PINK across the butt in white an white tank top and my red and white low top chucks. I put my hair into a high bun and grabbed my white and black Michael Kors bag.  Once I had everything inside my bag I grabbed my car keys and headed to my shop.

       I drove in complete silence thinking about my life. Nobody gave a fuck about me besides my daughter. So why do I find myself giving a single fuck about these muthafuckas. I pulled up to my shop got out the car and walked in.

      What I needed to be worried about is getting my shop going and owning a house and another business. And becoming a better mom. Yea I had life fucked up completely. It's time to do a 180 turn I can't say 360 cause that ment I'd be doing the same shit again.