Reese Money (A Lil Reese Story)

Breathe Again

Lelani's POV

A/N: Guys I'm sorry for the late ass update! My laptop screen broke on me and was black for about 2 whole ass months. I'm currently updating on my brother's MAC ;( Anywaysss, enjoy! 

The ride back to Illinois was torture. I kept my ass in the backseat and refused to listen to Tavares whenever he attempted to speak to me. Fuck his ol' dirty ass bitch. Fuck he think he was putting his hands on me. Even tho I hit that bitch first, IT STILL DIDN'T MATTER! HE WASN'T 'POSE TO DO IT BACK! 

I rested my head on the window of his car, watching as the cars zoomed by us on the freeway. His Audi was comfortable as hell, I wasn't even finna front. Too bad he was a bitch made ass nigga conceived from the deepest pit of hell. I sighed to myself, feeling my belly grumble loudly throughout the silence of the car. I felt him turn his head to glance at me from the backseat but I payed him no mind, continuing to watch the cars go by. 

"Yo-" He said, tryna get my attention. I ignored him, squinting my eyes out of the window like I was paying attention to something. 

"Ayo, Lee!" He said a bit louder this time. He reached his hand behind him to smack me on my kneecap. I sucked my teeth and shoved his hand off of me, finally turning my head to look at him. He raised his eyebrow at my reaction, prolly not expecting me to still be mad at his ass. 

"Nigga don't fuckin' touch me wit yo woman beating Chris Brown havin' ass!" I yelled back at him and he shook his head at me, smacking his lips at me in annoyance. 

"Whateva bitch. All a nigga tryna do is ask if you hungry, but aight shorty.." He mumbled to himself while turning back around and paying attention to the road.

"Hungry?" I repeated while perking up and sitting up in my seat. He shook his head but I could see the corner of his lips curl up into a lil ugly ass smirk. I watched silently as he swerved into the Burger King drive thru. I bit my lip leaning up slowly as he ordered himself a veggie whopper with a large fry and cranberry sprite. 

"..And lemme get a 4 piece chicken nugget happy meal, no sauce and a nigga toy. Water fo da drink." He said into the microphone and i leaned up to smack the back of his head. 

"No! I been in this damn car for 3 whole hours nigga I can't live off a 4 piece you grimy fat bitch!" I yelled smacking him in the back of his head, but all he did was ignore me and drive up to the window, pulling out a fresh $50 bill. The old white cashier at the window smiled politely while giving him back his rightful change. I glared the entire time this nigga got our food and started driving off. He handed me my water in the kiddies cup and my kids meal. I snatched that shit outta his hand and sighed. 

"I guess it's better than nothin.." I mumbled to myself as hunger started to take my ass to the king. We both sat in silence, him swerving back onto the freeway while I chewed on my fries and thought about the events that took place earlier on before we left Ohio. Tavares actually put his hands on me, not to mention by the looks of it he killed someone or had something to do with the person that ended up on the news. I was worried for him, I knew by now the police had arrived at the hotel we was staying at and were beginning an investigation. I couldn't imagine him getting locked up because of some stupid dumb ass decision. Money really was the root of all evil. I perked up a little bit remembering the $50K cash he gave me and bit my lip while watching the back of his head. 

'Bitch really? You thinking' bout fucking him NOW after he dead put his hands on you?' I thought to myself and looked down into my lap trying not to think about the stinging sensation on my cheek. I knew that bitch left a mark. 

"Wazzam folks," Was all I heard as I looked up and realized he was on the phone. I continued to chew on my happy meal while realizing that all this time his nasty greedy fat bitch ass ain't even start touching his food. Who the fuck gets a VEGGIE BURGER at Burger King? I leaned over in my seat a lil bit to see his bag of steaming food that he ain't even touch yet.