Introduction
Theres Giovanna(Gio) , Giovanna is an a Italian name meaning : gift from God. Everyone around her truly believes just that. She was a gift from God. Her "sperm donor" and "egg carrier " of parents as so she calls them evidently didn't feel the same.
Giovanna's mother Linda , fell in love with the streets and what the streets could offer her at Giovanna's young age of two. And shortly after she left.. her father thought it was best to just drop her on his mother , mama Vinnie. Although she was Giovanna's grandma Gio felt as though she didn't deserve that. Deserve her selfish son dropping responsibilities on her.
Living with Mama Vinnie was basically taking care if mama Vinnie . Gio loves her grandmother and has no problem with that , and has always been the go getter , independent type.
This .. is her story.
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Gio pov.
" Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it But I sure know how to fvck I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you I can't promise that I'll be good to you Cause I have some issue-" Blasted through my phone waking me up.
I woke up dreading what today had in store for me. It was a Monday , I thank God for bringing me through the previous week dont get me wrong but I'm just not the monday morning type of person.
Especially since i had to go work on the same block my ex worked on. We'd just broken up that friday. I was so used to him getting off his shift and sitting in Uncle V's place waiting on me to take me home. I just didn't want to deal with Jonathan , see his face, talk to him, nothing. I wanted to be completely cutt off from him. After how he did me ..
*Flashback To Friday*
"I can't believe this." I said my eyes filled with shock. I had to look at Jonathan's phone again i couldn't believe what i was seeing. "I CAN . Girl. I TOLD YOU THAT NIGGA SLIMEY I KNEW HIS OLE' FROG LOOKING ASS WAS CHEATING! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME GEEGEE ! FINITO ! LET ME GET MY HANDS ON THAT NIGGA ! FINITO !" She screamed into the phone.
I watched my cousin's short and petite frame rant around the room. I wanted to laugh but I couldn't because I was too hurt. I felt my mouth open thinking it was a chuckle but it came out as a loud sob.
"Gee dont cry , come here .. " My cousin arms welcomed me with a comforting hug.
*End of Flashback*
Jonathan my "boyfriend" left his phone over my house that day. I wasn't going to look through it because I felt like our relationship was better than that.
But Isabella pushed me and I'm glad she did. I looked through phone , it was like hoe central on the corner of hoe avenue. Every message I entered it either had dirty messages or nude pictures. Asking if he wanted to make a stop at there hoe avenue. It was disgusting. Another girl called his phone that day , saying they had been dating for about 3 years now , which really ticked me because we've been together for a year now.
After a hour of crying my eyes out I let him know we were done. I knew I could do better but it still hurts, you know ? Being lied too by the person you loved. And I can admit I did love him , and I thought the feelings I had were mutual. Obviously not. Knowing Jay she probably got one of her niggas to beat him down , if that. She probably did it herself.
I got up and looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. Studying my features, my completion was of caramel. I was 5'4 short for my age of 23. I wasn't fat I wasn't skinny, I felt as though I was just right. Slim waist , thick thighs, just right. "Io sono bello." I said in Italian. (I am beautiful. ) Some people just don't realize what they got untill its gone , "stupido" I say.
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Through The Fire (Lesbian Stories)
Romance- Introduction Theres Giovanna(Gio) , Giovanna is an a Italian name meaning : gift from God. Everyone around her truly believes just that. She was a gift from God. Her "sperm donor" and "egg carrier " of parents as so she calls them evidently didn'...