Janecia's POV
It had been years since I've stepped foot in the grimy streets of Decatur Georgia.
I would've been happy to be back if I hadn't remembered the reason why I ran in the first place.
Aye ma!I heard some random stray call out...The fuck I look like..My name wasn't Ma and I hated for niggas to call me that shit.I had a name to family I was Janecia but to randoms like him it was Rage.
The Hell Do You Want? I called out impatiently
He smirked as he took in my 5'2 frame and coke bottle build... I mean I couldn't blame him I had ass like Nikki and I was a baddie(not a bad bitch cuz I wasn't a bitch)
All I want is a taste Ma..the random said walking close to me
He looked like He ain't bathed in years and as he got closer I smelled just breath and I just couldn't stop my outburst.
Nigga How The Fuck You Gone Try And Step To Me With Yo Breath Smelling Like Six Pounds Of Bounce That Ass..Hell Nah.
Awww don't be that way baby..I'll make you feel nice. my name ain't Sweet for nun... it's cuz I give that goo...
Say Anything Else And I'll Blow Yo Fucking Head Back.. I said while pointing my 9mm at him
Yo You Got It Ma....this shit to easy I thought ..I put the fear of Jesus in these niggas ..I guarantee you when I pull out my 9 mm I make these niggas feel me..They don't call me rage for nothing ...I've been running these streets since I was 10..
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General FictionShe just wants them all to see that She was better than them and She was better off without them.She was a boss and couldn't care about any of them
