A thugs love story

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Londyn in the cover photo.

Londyn

"Daddy please just once."

"Is your brother going?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Who you talking to?" He put his news paper down and looked at me sternly.

"Dad, No he is not going."

"Then you aren't either. End of discussion."

Rolling my eyes I got up and went to my room. I was 17 almost grown as hell yet I still had to ask to do stuff around here.

I had a older brother, His name was Deontae. He was 21 and he ran the streets of Downtown Chicago.

People knew not to play with him, some still decided too but if they were smart they usually decided against it.

He still lives with our dad and I because our mother died in a car accident when I was 11 and with my dad having diabetes, he was on and off work sometimes.

So to make sure the bills were paid and I had rides places I need to be, my brother never moved out.

My brother was strict on me as well just because they wanted more for me and I understood that.

But at the same time, I'm 17 and I've been to 1 party my whole life and that was when I was 10.

Like the fuck?

I went into my room and called  my bestfriend, Maria.

"Girl he said I can't go."

"Ugh he's so lame."

"Girl tell me about it. A few more months to go."

"You know you ain't gon move out so what you doing that for?" She laughed.

"I never said I was moving out, atleast I'll be grown and I can make my own decisions rather be like it or not." I said truthfully.

"Just sneak out."

"How?"

"When he goes to sleep, Go our your side door since the front door has a sensor on it for the alarm. I'll be to pick you up."

"Okay." I sighed. "What time?"

"7:30."

"Okay bet."

Getting up I decided on some ripped jeans and a white crop top that said Bitch on the top of it.

This wasn't my first time sneaking out and probably wouldn't be my last.

I never got caught so of course I continued to do it.  Though I hated sneaking behind his back, I wish he trusted me enough to let me do what ever the hell I wanted too.

I was still a virgin and I had good grades. It was literally no reason for him not to trust me.

However, my older sister who passed away a few years ago before I was born died at a party.

So now he feels as if I deserve to be trapped in the house 24/7.

I get where he's coming from, but at the same time I just don't feel it's fair nor right.

After I was dressed I did exactly what I was told and we met In her dads truck.

"You to damn old." She giggled.

"Girl be quiet. Atleast I got someone's that strict. Yo ass gon be pregnant walking across that stage." We both laughed.

"Girl bye never that. Maybe you'll find you a man tonight that'll lick you up for that thang shrivel up."