BLISS || An ASAP Rocky story||

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Rocky

Jan. 8, 2017// 10:03 A.M.

I stared at this beautiful girl, who i that I had just taken from her home. The way she slept with her chiseled jawline, skin was gray from the sudden stress the chloroform had caused, and the way her long lashes complimented her face so well.

I think I'm in love.

This girl just gave off a vibe that was all good intention. It felt like her heart was good and i wanted to be the person to see it or break it because i don't trust myself.

Her gorgeous face began to remind me of my bitch of a mother who face was similar to hers. The memories began to float in as i stared harder until i fell into a deep sleep.

"Rakim! Didn't i tell ya ass to stop being fucking hard headed and stop coming in my room when I'm hosting my parties!" My 23 year old mother screamed to my 7 your old self. This was the 5 time she complained today about something.

My mother being a drug addict, she hosted parties for all of the hoods most famous fiends to come and do all the drugs their hearts desired. She was the youngest fiend in the neighborhood. This happened every Thursday and today was Thursday.

"(Slap) Go take your ass in that room before i give yoouuu the BEAT of your LIFE!" My mother slurred and empathized her words. As i was getting ready to walk away, i turned around and saw my mother sniff a line of coke off the glass table with a fiend pimp.

In an instant, my mother lunged off the couch and punched me in my jaw. I flew back, holding my jaw as she came closer to me and threw me on the floor and punched me in my face repeatedly.

The last thing i heard that day was "Hahahaaa! Beat his ass Toya! Beat his ass!" And i blacked out.

Isis

I woke up with a banging headache. Everything was blurry as trying to reach on my night stand to grab my phone, but it wasn't there.

I looked down and seen i was dressed in my pink tubed, belly shirt and fitted jeans and pink and red shoes by Ian Connor my mother got for me as a present 2 years ago that i had on when i got off work. The only reason she had got it was because i complained she was always going to jail.

All the events from the night before began to flood back. "What the fuck?!" I whispered as I hit the bed and felt  someone next to me. My vision began to clear up a little as I seen a brown skin boy in a bed that I've never been in.

I hopped up off the bed looking for an exit. I walked out the room to a door right in front of me.

I walked into the room and saw a brown skinned boy, a little darker than the boy inna other room. He had the word "GOLF" on a lot of the shirts, hats, socks and even the bed spread he slept on. He was tall too. He had a make shift recording studio in the left corner of his room by a window and clothes scattered around. He also had a massive bed that touched the ceiling.

I quickly walked on out the bedroom and made a right to go down the massive stairs that held the three floor home i was in.

"Where the hell am I?" I thought as i scrambled to find a door out of this beautiful home.

On my quest, i found a gorgeous living room with a piano and a big fireplace, a game room with 90s games in it, a roof that was filled with flowers, a pantry filled with food that i couldn't even name.

I stepped into a foyer that was as big as my whole apartment back home. Before I spotted the front door, i seen mail sitting on a small high table by it. A wide orange envelope that had the name Rakim Mayers on it caught my eyes. I quickly remembered the address for when i need to get the hell out of here.

I went to the door and saw all kinds of locks on the door and a padlock. This made it more impossible.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing, bitch?!" I quickly turned around and saw the GOLF boy with a bat in his hand.

I grabbed a vase that was sitting by the left side of the door.

"Come any closer you sick fuck or imma throw it at those big ass ears!" I screamed. He started to chuckle as he came closer to me while i was stepping back with every step he came forward.

I backed up against the wall.

Was this how i was going to end my life?

I threw the vase at him and ran through the living room. I heard a crash and knew it was the vase. There, i seen a boy with dreads that had a birthmark on his left cheek, standing there ready to get me.

I ran up to him and kicked him in the ballsack. As he fell to his knees, i jumped over him and ran into my dream kitchen. It had marble counters, stainless steel appliances.

The shit was amazing.

I grabbed a knife off the island. Five boys came into the kitchen two hurt, and the other three confused the sounds i made to try and get away from the other two.

Bed boy had a gun in his hand, GOLF's arm was bleeding, ballsack had his hand on his sack with a lamp in his hand, two other boys I just to happen to recognize as Frank Ocean and A$AP Ferg.

"How the fuck did you wake up before me?" Bed boy said.

Fuck.