Ray POV

  I saw the bitch that was on TV earlier. She kinda cute or whatever. But then again, she ain't just cute. She beautiful. I don't really fall for bitches, cause I'm just the hit and quit type. But she something else.

  "Aye, what the fuck is you lookin at?!"

  She quickly looked to the ground, like it was gone tell her what to say. Why this bitch acting dumb, like you wasting my fuckin time.

  "You-you killed my neighbor...."

  Shiiiiit, that was her neighbor? Why should I give a fuck anyway? All I know was, that Kermit the frog lookin ass bitch had money like that, but that ain't none of my business. Then, she tried to come at me, and shoot me. Was that bitch crazy?! But, I guess I kinda got panicked and put the gun to her head , and pulled her finger on the trigger. I just imagined how her brains just splattered on my hands and clothes, while this girl kept talking about her.

  "..... She used to watch Harlem when my mom and stepdad went to work, and until I got out of school. She was so nice and -"

  I screamed, "Why don't you shut the fuck up about her?! Huh?!? She is dead, just like yo mama. I killed that bitch, just like you killed your creator."

  She stared at me with some kind of hardness. But under all that, she had tears. Something clicked inside of me that felt so fuckin unneeded. I don't ever feel like this when my moms cry.

  "Aye, cut that shit out. Cut it out!!!!"

  She wiped her tears. "Why are you so... Cruel? You are just.... Blunt and evil."

  "That's the way I was born, girl."

  She looked down for a minute before looking back at me. "Soooo.... Where are you going??"

  "Home, apparently. Where the fuck you going, cause don't expect that you bringin yo ass wit me."

  She wiped her nose on her hoodie's sleeve. "Well, I'm a fugitive. Everybody knows who I am."

  Ooh, she bad. Personality wise, maybe not. But something deep inside of her must've clicked all together for her to be most wanted.

  "I guess, you could come wit me."

  She smiled. "Fugitives gotta stick together, right?" She started laughing, but stopped when she saw my face.

  "No, bitch, no."

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