×Marly×
Trey text and asked me to come over but I couldn't because I had started dinner already. King is still gone and I been blowing his phone up. I told Trey to bring whoever he said wanted to meet me here. While I waited for his arrival I got a FaceTime from Lily.
-Phone Convo-
"Hey ho-" when I answered I saw King at the beach we went to our first day here with the bartender. He was kissing her like he would me. I pressed the screen record setting to have proof and then ended the recording.
"I'm sorry honey."she says
"It's fine."i say hanging up.
-End Convo-
I hung up the phone and rubbed my temples, this nigga got the game fucked up. My thoughts were interupted by the doorbell. I looked at the surveillance camera seeing Trey's hummer. I pushed the unlock button on the surveillance screen letting him in. I continued cooking dinner.
"Where the pretty girl at?"i hear a child's voice say.
"Kya shut up."i hear someone else say.
"Marly?!"Trey yells.
"In here!"i yell back.
"She's prettier in person."i hear the same kid's voice. I turn to see three adorable little girls that look JUST alike.
"Thanks."i say laughing a little.
"Can I touch your hair?"the one in the middle asks.
"No leave her alone and go sit down."One girl that looks like Ty says.
"Its fine."i say leaning down to her. All three of them came and rubbed their little fingers through my curls.
"Sooo soft."the middle one says.
"Yea and pretty."the first one says. The last one hugged me,surprising everybody.
"Why does everyone look so shocked?"I ask hugging her back.
"She don't even hug our momma, she dont like people, and she mean as hell."Trey explains.
"Your not mean are you cutie pie?"i say pinching her cheeks, she giggled, she has the prettiest smile.
"What's y'all names?"i ask.
"Im Kya."the first one says.
"I'm Nya."the one in the middle. The other one whispered, Mya into my ear.
"Well all of you have pretty names."i say making them smile.
"I have a game room and a kids area. It has slides, a ball pit, a little kiddie pool, games, balls, dolls, and a lot more y'all wanna go?"they all nodded. I grabbed their hands and led them down the hall to the kid area.
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The Skin I'm In(EDITING)
General Fiction17 year old Marly Baker didn't grow up with a white picket fence in her front yard. She's a Brooklyn native, who just moved to Nashville, TN. Her past causes a great deal of trauma and turmoil with other people and with herself.Read to find our more.
