Based on a true story. She's been the object of his O.L.D. (Obsessive Love Disorder) since her birth. And now he's the object of hers. WARNING: Delontae aka Tae is VERY EXTREMELY dark and don't give a f**k about nothing or anyone but Aisha until he...
"First name Aisha, middle name Mariah: Thornton Road Middle School, Honor Roll Student, 13 year old daughter of Lorenzo Butler, lives at 4432 D, Swann Street, mother deceased, has two half-brothers, a living grandmother ... "
"AISHA" (DERIVED FROM Arabic SWAHILI origin, MEANING TO LIVE WELL, ALIVE AND PROSPEROUS)...
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//SCENE: in her bedroom on a Tuesday night, with the lights turned out, the study lamp on her desk shines like a spotlight on the current task. Concentrating, she pours something from a jar into a tiny bag as her music bumps from her Beats Pill.//
It's kinda dark in here, I lick my lips when I check the stones on my glow-in-the-dark purple nails. This shit rockin'- my nails lit as fuck. I lick my lips again, and carefully close this jar of Inositol powder. It's the best cut for cocaine, and doublin' up yo money. Swane taught me that. I hear a tap on my bedroom door. I keep weighing up this sack.
"Yeah," I say.
"I just got him right. I'm gettin' ready to take me a shower and run on over to Satterwhite before he close," Miss Angela calls through my door, knowing not to open it up. I got a big KEEP OUT PUNK! sign on my door too.
"I'm fenna run out too, but I'm comin' right back- daddy good, go ahead," I call back to Miss Angela. Let me hurry up.
Sittin' at the lil' wooden desk in my bedroom, I close this baggie and carefully put away my product, my scale, and my cut up and shit, at the bottom of this clothes hamper. I put some draws and thongs and some bras on top to cover my stash up, then I turn around and carefully take a old and used maxipad out of a Ziploc bag that I keep in this shoebox. I put the dried up bloody maxipad on top of the clothes like I'm nasty, and close the hamper. That'll keep my daddy outta my hamper, looking for my stash so he can use it up. I stand up and check myself in the mirror.
Rockin' Louboutins, brand new, a Gucci fit, all purple, I love purple -- and all hollow point slugs. I pop in a clip and check my hair. I just got it did. Glossed up -- smack! I blow myself a kiss and answer my phone. It's my boy Julius.
"What it is?" I say while I put this bag in my Gucci purse and grab my car keys. I look around my bedroom and make sure ain't shit out a place. Even tho I keep it purple and dark in here like I like it, I still check. If you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready.
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