" I put holes through your hoes too
Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you"
- Jay-z
Staring into the barrel of the gun, I realized my life was over. Shit, my life barely started. I still was young and had a lot of livin to do. That realization quickly made my tough exterior fade away. At that moment I wasn't an independent lady, getting it by any means necessary. I was a child who needed protecting. The tears streamed down my face, at an alarming pace. I closed my eyes, and waited for my untimely demise.
"Oh shit, she's crying" the masked man said holding my face.
" Say it ain't so. The bitch ain't shed one tear in this muthafucka. I was starting to think I lost my edge. But nah I still got it." The ring leader stated with pure enjoyment in his voice.
Sick bastard. How does one get joy out of another's pain?
"Listen sweetheart I'm not gonna kill you. Well that's unless I don't get what the fuck I want."
As the gunman said that his phone started to ring. Maybe this phone call could bring me one step closer to getting out of this hell hole.
" Look homie, I gotta take this call" the masked man said walking out of my sight.
Once the masked man left I breathed a sigh of relief. The man had instilled fear in my entire being. You can tell he was a killer by the look in his eyes. The look was all too familiar. I closed my eyes paying special attention to the conversation he was having. The other men were talking, but I blocked them out and concentrated on to what the masked man was saying. Even though the conversation was one- sided it could give me some insight about why I'm in this predicament.
" Didn't I say I would call ya ass, so why the fuck you calling me?"
This has nothing to do with me it's probably his bitch or something.
"Yeah we have the bitch, you underestimated her, she got some balls".
This conversation is about me.
"Once the deed is done, I'll call you. Bye cuz"
With the last statement the masked man walked back over to me. That conversation didn't help me one bit. As soon as I opened my eyes, the masked man's fist connected with my face.That was the last thing I remember...
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ChickLit"Know I'm not the girl you thought you knew and that you wanted Underneath the pretty face is something complicated I come with a side of trouble But I know that's why you're staying"~Beyoncé Based in the mean gritty streets of philly, love is lost...
