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Nigga Mentality

Nigga Mentality:

When females think more mentally like a man than a female. She's blunt, outspoken, straight to the point when it comes to what's on her mind. 
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"So, let me get this straight. You tried leaving behind the game but was already in too deep to do so. So instead of raising me, you gave me away to an adoption center?" I asked.

I was finally able to understand and put two and two together. Once I summarized the story, I could completely understand where he was coming from.

He nodded his head. "Correct. I had one too many niggas after me to be raising you, and your mother was more of a nigga than I was actually. She lived to be involved in the game. But, it all changed that day." I twisted my lips to the side while nodding. My mother died the same night they handed me in.

My dad was pressed and from there, he just started killing any and everyone who was associated with the enemy.

"Then how did we end up here? I heard something about you slowly taking what was theirs?" I asked referring to what Jinx said a while ago.

"I did take what was theirs, but only because I found out that they were responsible for your mother's death. They set the whole plan up just because I didn't pay them their money. I was caught off guard when she died. They told me they'd drop it, but they lied. Giving you away was the best I could think of. It was all I could do to make sure you were safe." A look of despair took over my father's face. I could tell the situation deeply affected him, and I wanted nothing but to help.

"I want to kill them." I stated bluntly.

"What?" He questioned.

"I want to kill them. Every single last one in this bitch." I shook my head, already feeling my blood start to boil.

"Hard to do that when you're tied to a chair." He groaned, attempting to get out. "Plus, I don't want you involved like your mother. You're really the last thing I have, Mya." He frowned.

"I understand dad, I really do. But I'm capable of making my own decisions, and I choose to run the game with you." I said boldly.

"And I'm telling you that that's never going to happen."

"Why, because you're scared that we'll die before we get the chance? Anything you can do, I can do. After hearing the story, I'm not going to sit back and let you take them all on. And the people who work for you, Where the hell are they at? They're supposed to be bussing their asses trying to find you right now. And if they were you would've known. You can't trust these niggas dad. They'll leave you as soon as they see you in a desperate situation. That's why, I'm telling you, that I'm going to play the game just like you." I was more determined than anything. They took away everything that kept me sane, and who knows what they did to Tray.

"You're right, and you should be able to make your own decisions. But if something really bad happens to you, best believe you'll have to kill my ass before I let you get involved with something like this again." He stared at me fiercely, letting me know he was serious. I nodded my head in content.

"Now how the hell are we getting out of here?" He asked. I looked around the room for a second, then down at my knee. I slightly applied pressure to see how bad it would hurt if I was to use it. I winced once I felt pain.

"Aye, take it easy." Terrence, my dad, mumbled. I then looked at my arm and sighed. How the hell are we going to get out. I heard something scrape against the floor and my head flew up.

"This shit loud as fuck." He chuckled. He slowly but surely slid his chair over to the table that held many weapons. He set the back of his head down on the table and slid a knife into his hands. He quickly caught it before it could fall onto the floor.