Bad Bitch (ON HOLD)

New Begginings[Edited]

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   I groaned waking up to the sound of my uncle and his friends barging in to the house drunk.

   What a great way to start the day

   I straightened out my shirt and wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. My hand reached up to cup my neck and ease the soreness from falling asleep on this pile of clothes. I was supposed to be unpacking but, somehow fell asleep. Frustrated with all the boxes that had yet to be unpacked I throw a mini fit wiggling and bouncing around. Suddenly a sharp pain shoots up my spine from the all sudden movements causing me to wince. Slowly and soar, I get to my feet trying not to stretch a muscle because of the awkward position I previously was in. I walk over to my closet grabbing my shoes, jacket and purse. Quickly and quietly I get ready already knowing what was about to happen.

    "Queen!!!" My uncle yells nearing my door.

  Fucking shit

   I quickly tip toe to my window, making sure the coast is clear before sliding it open and hopping out. I press myself again the wall beneath my window and hold my breath. My uncle begins cursing once he enters my room. The sound of his footsteps grew louder as he approached the window. A loud thump sounded causing me to jump.

He is gonna kill me next time he sees me.

I quickly rise to my feet breaking out into a run in no specific direction. I have never been in New York in my entire life. So as you can imagine it didn't take long for me to realize I didn't know where I was at. Or where I was going. I sighed blowing a strand of hair out of my face. I slowed my pace digging in my purse looking for my chapstick right as I opened the chapstick, I was slammed against the wall. The force of the push made me drop my chapstick. Cringing from the pain and the fact that the wall was grimy and nasty. I gagged internally. My eyes immediately jumped up to the face of my attacker. He had a red bandana covering the lower half of his face with a black hoody shadowing the other half. I felt the cold metal of his gun press against my neck. I sigh for the one hundredth time today.

   "Okay look..." I started slowly holding my hands up. "All I have on me is pocket lint and some change so.." my eyebrows drew together in a some what apologetic look.

Jokes on him he's tryna rob a broke bitch.

    He backed up from me pulling his hoody and bandana off. Let me tell you, he is fine. Too fine to be robbing innocent young women in the alley. To say I'm disappointed is an understatement what has the world come to? The top of his head had some long kinky curls while the sides were faded out with a fresh line up. He had dark skin and Hazel eyes with nice teeth. I had to give him credit, he was a fine specimen. But for this to be my first impression of him it made the attractiveness disappear, and made him look like shrek. Just by this encounter and body language I could tell the type of person he was. He most definitely had hoes, and was probably a narcissist. My eyes flicked to his diamond earring he had in his left ear to the gold chain he had on his neck then to his shoes. He had on plain white Nike air Jordan's. He flicked me on my nose drawing me out of my trance. "You done checking me out" the way he said it made it seem more like a statement then a question I rolled my eyes. "I feel a lil violated by the way you was drinking me up." His accent was new to my ears.  Snapping out of my little profile assessment I quickly clocked in.

   "Why would I check out a nigga ova here tryna rob me." I couldn't even blink in a guys direction who would treat a girl like this. Raising my brow at him I pushed him slightly. " I'm not even gonna hold you bruh, how broke you gotta be to go robbing people in alleys?" I made sure to have a disgusted facial expressions. "Especially girls, like who raised you?"