Ryan
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I jumped up out the bed and ran to the bathroom throwing up. "You good?" Clarence asked walking in and I nodded.
"I shouldn't have drank last night" I flushed the toilet, when I stood up I felt wet and looked down there seeing blood.
I rolled my eyes and went under my cabinet grabbing a tampon. I was kind of happy to be honest, because Clarence don't like using condoms.
"Damn at least wait til I leave" he walked out.
"Nobody told you to come in in the first place" I said turning on the shower. I walked in my room and grabbed a sports bra, some ugly ass panties, and a pair of blue jeans short. I wasn't about to risk no cute clothes getting stained.
After my shower, I got dressed, did brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then went downstairs. "I want some chocolate and can you go buy me a heating pad? My other one don't get hot enough" I sat next to Clarence putting my feet on him.
"Where the money?" He asked.
"On yo card the fuck. You paid for that bitch and her cute ass baby to get in the movies, you can buy me some chocolate and a heating pad" I mushed him.
"You can say please or go alone" he pushed my feet off him.
"You weird" I shook my head getting up. I grabbed his keys and went upstairs. His pants from yesterday were laying on the floor, so I picked them up looking for his wallet.
I found it and stuffed it in my bra. "I hope you putting on a shirt" he broke his neck looking at me.
"You don't run shit but Queen and that mouth, please stop talking to me" I walked out the house.
I drove to the closest corner store and got out. I went in buying some more tampons and a heating pad. "12.54 is your total" the cashier told me and I swiped that card.
He handed me my bag and receipt and I left. I went to Walmart for the candy and some stuff for nachos because that's what I wanted Clarence to cook for me.
Someone bumped into me making me drop the Doritos. "My fault" Keith picked them up handing them to me. I took a deep breathe and then we locked eyes.
"Hi" I said shyly and lowly.
"Wassup" he hugged me. "Ryan when you gone let me see my son? All I do is think about him. This ain't right"
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Suicidal Robbery
Short Story"Yo chill, what you doing?" "Nigga... are you robbing me?"