Too Far In The Game

Needy Bitches

I woke up at 9 o'clock and the crew was knocked out. I fixed myself breakfast and then headed back upstairs to take a shower and get myself ready for the day. After cleaning myself up I threw on a Heat Snapback, a pair of black sweats along with a red tank top a pair of Black and Red Jordan's and an OBEY hoodie. I grabbed my keys and walked out to my Mustang. I hit up my usual spots in the hood off of Trade, Cults Dr., and Comidal then swung over to the trap. I parked next door as always just in case there was a shoot out to happen. My baby wasn't about to get blown. I walked next door into the house. It smelled like Loud and liquor. Heart was laying on the couch drunk as shit probably with a hangover and a bottle of whiskey in her hand. That girl couldn't hold shit down for nothing. She was given her name Heart because she was known for breaking em. Three other girls who was part of the game was walking around. "Hey Boss." one of em said. "Shut the fuck up." I responded. My anger management wasn't doing me so well so sudden spikes would come out often especially when things didn't go my way. My attitude was also a problem at times. I jogged upstairs to Disipline's room. We called him that because he had a way with people that kept them in check. Especially these wild ass females who loved to run they AID infected mouths. I heard noises from inside the room so I know he was some scrawny bitch in there with him. I could knock.....or I could bust this shit down hmm. The second one sounds more fun. I kicked the door in and the female screamed and they both sat up. I cut the light on and just stood in the doorway posted.

"Leave." I said to the white girl. She quickly grabbed her things and scurried past me down the hall. "Where my money Discipline?"

"Damn Boss how you gone run my white girl out like that? She was just about to put work in on that neck of hers." He hopped up and went over to the desk.

"This ain't the place to be bringing all them brainless bitches you try to bang." I said grabbing the money and placing it in my pocket. That stack had weight to it too.

"Well that wouldn't be a problem if you'd stop playing games and let me give it to you a few good times." Discipline been tryna push up on me since he got into this drug thing.

"Boy please. Ain't nun I got that you could handle. Ain't you like 16 anyway. You tryna get me arrested." I laughed.

"Yea whatever. You just scared of what I'm gone put down." Discipline and I joked like this all the time but he knew his place. I finally left out  and went back home. Everybody was up in the dining room eating by then. Although all these muhhfuckers got cribs of their own they stay over my house.

We was all around the table laughing and having a good old time. These times made us all forget what we did on a regular basis. Unfortunately my doorbell rang. I got up and opened it to see this girl hugging herself slumped over and she looked extremely raggedy and torn. She was shaking as if it was cold outside but it was like 76°. She looked really skinny probably not even hitting a hundred pounds either. "Um....can I help you?" I said with little empathy. Who is this girl? "A-Angel.......it's me KiKi. I....I-I need you." My face scrunched up right when she said her name. You gotta be fucking kidding me. KiKi was my big sister who I said didn't keep in contact anymore.

"You need me? For what? You ain't wanna be affiliated wit me no more remember? What I'm doing is bad, stupid, and dispicable to the family name. You remember when you told me that right?....Oh but you need me though?" I slammed the door in her face. Way back when Mikki and I was 13 and I started selling drugs and all right before KiKi left for good she caught me and this dude doing stuff we shouldn't have been doing at that age. She told me that I wasn't shit and wasn't ever gone be shit. She even spit in my face and called me a fucking disgrace to humanity. At the time I wasn't as mean nor as hard as I am now. She ended up telling our mom and she kicked me out the house the next year which is when my dislike for her engraved in me.