Rated X Imagines

Difficult Life

Y/n's POV

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"I need another one." I itched my neck and held out my hand to J' Kayla. She was the only one left at the school with it.

"You just came here two hours ago. You should still be high."

"It's not for me! My friend wanted to try it."

She scoffed. Most likely remembering that I used that same excuse two times already. "If you want some more you need to go to Big T. He lives eight blocks from here on Elk."

"Fine."

I started to walk, only to feel the after affects of Candy take full affect. Rapidly, I sped to the girls bathroom and came in my pants. Shit! I knew this was going to happen again. Good thing I brought some shorts.

My phone rang all the while I put my pants on. I knew who it was. Did I give two shits? Nope. He's been trying to get a hold of me for the past two months and calls me every day at ten in the morning or five in the evening. I don't know how he got my new number.

"Hey um Y/n, please answer the phone. I miss you. Listen call me ight. I'll talk to you later."

Tell me why he still calls? 'He loves you'. I love him too and that's probably why he still calls. I could've easily changed my number, but it's always good to hear his voice. Plus, I deliberately delete the messages he sends me just to make room for more.

"He's so stupid for trying." I mumbled.

The next person to call when I walked out of school was my father. Oh how I want to talk to him! Not. He ruined my life. Until I ran away.

Now I live in a crack house, with some of my friends that dropped out. It's my last year, and I just needed my diploma.

Everyone knows my rep. I'm a prostitute. Couldn't get a job, because if I did I would have to say my address, which I don't have, and my father's phone number and signature. No fucking way. So now you can find me on Everturn Way every day at ten.

He wouldn't approve of this. I know he wouldn't. He always wanted the absolute best when it came to me. I failed him. I do drugs. I'm a prostitute. And I aborted our baby.

What type of sick person aborts her first baby, made by the one she loves the most? Well I did. It was hard, all in all I did what was right. Right?

I don't have time for this.

I put in my headphones and listened to his music. Who knew that bad boy would've rose up to the top in only five months. The judge saw his good spirit and let him free. He dedicated his life to music. Gets signed by one of the biggest labels in the world and raps about life. Perfect.

I can't bear to say his name. Every time I try it's just another wasted breath of air. He's not going to get back with me once he's seen what I've become.

"What do you need miss lady?" A man said from on the porch.

He was built, light skinned. Reminds me of The Rock. "I need to see Big T about candy. It'll only take a second."

"You're that young prostitute on Everturn? He's been wanting to see you. Alright go into the house make a left and then you'll find his office."

What does that nigga want with me?

"Thanks."

When I walked in I heard a bellowing of laughter followed by snide comments. Girls in a corner were all sharing a pipe, pit bulls were sleeping in there cages. This place reminds me of the crack house I'm at. The door was already open, so I let myself in and was greeted by three familiar faces. One of which looked at me for a second, trying to see if it was really me.

He wouldn't be able to tell that much. I shaved the side of my head, got a tattoo on my mid waist that said 'In time we'll find love' in cursive. My wardrobe had changed from blouses and skirts to torn tank tops and bootie shorts. My eyelashes grew longer, and I do one hundred squats a day to perk up my ass.

"Y/n?"

I didn't say anything and looked over at Big T. "You wanted to see me?"

"Oh shit! You the young tute I've been trying to find. Listen my man Diggy here is having his nineteenth birthday and we need some girls to stop by and strip."

"Name your price."

"Hundred dollars an hour sound cool with you?" I smirked and licked my lips.

"You got a deal."

"Y/n?" He said again.

I turned over to where he was and looked for while. He didn't change that much, and is still very beautiful. I thought he was on tour or some shit like that.

The air stilled as I was leaving out the room. But my phone rang in the back of my pocket. I looked back and saw him with his phone in his hand and tears leaking out of his eyes.

"Oh my damn." Lamont said staring.

Jared stared too, but not as hard as Lamont. I guess just trying to put the pieces together.

"What the fuck do you guys want?"

He came up to me and grabbed my hand. I tugged it back, frightened by his touch. Say something to me. Say anything. Please.

Nothing.

"Oh yea, I need some candy."

"How much?"

"Just one. I have to get pumped for tonight. Surprisingly lots of men come on the last parts of the month. When is this little party, by the way?"

He handed me the candy while talking. "Tomorrow at his house. Diggy you know this tute?"

"That was my girlfriend."

I fled before they said anything else about me. Obviously being followed by all three. He caught up to me and pressed my body up against his car.

"Listen if you want to talk, you're out of luck. Unless you meet me at my crack house after two in the morning."

"What happened to you? I've been calling. I've tried every fucking thing I could think of, but you never returned anything. I even called your dad, and all I got was you ran away. Now you're a prostitute, and you do drugs!" He screamed.

"Damn, you've changed." Lamont said in disbelief.

"Are we done here?"

"No you're coming with me back to my house so we can talk about this."

I shook my head and tried to get out of his clutches. While failing I got a whiff of his axe and cinnamon scent. Shit, he smells delicious.

"There's nothing to talk about. Why don't you go talk to your girlfriend Jessica? She'll be fucking interested in what you have to say."

He looked downward, and I felt his heart beat get faster. "How do you know about that?"

"You love her superstar. Wow, I remember when your heart did that for me."

"That's not the point, Y/n."

The point is he found somebody else and left me here. HE LEFT ME! Never even tried once to find me, he only did once he got a girlfriend. Which was two months ago.

"Listen superstar, I have to go. I'll see you at your party. Make sure your little bitch approves of me going."

He let me go.