Chapter 6

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Christines POV

School was finally over and I was heading to brothers school to go pick him up. Sierra wasn't even at my locker today Its funny how she get jealous but know I have nothing. I sighed at my thoughts, I heard a car pull up next to me. I ain't turn around to give them the attention they was looking for, but I glanced looking down and saw it was Q's beat up toyota.  "Hey ma" he said holding the steering wheel with one hand and looking out the window. I ain't say nun to him, I really didn't need this right now I had to much goin on than to try to fuck with this nigga. "I said hey" he said talking louder. "hello"! I yelled with much attitude I ain't need this shit right now. "Who you talkin to like that"! he shot back. I gave him a nasty look, he act like just because he was in a gang he had to have some type of respect and I owed him it. Well he sho aint gettin that from me, I knew him for a long time he never used to act like that.

  "Little girl you musta forgot who you talkin to, why you actin stank? green don't look to good on you ma" he said. I laughed "What ever" was all I said "and we done go tell yo lil hoe that your officially hers cause I'm done" I said walking away. He drove next to me faster, he got out of the car and pushed me against the car.

   "Q let go of me"!! I screamed trying to catch my breath, he was stronger than he looked. He gripped me tightly against the car I was struggling for my dear life.

   "Don't ever talk to me like that again!! you betta be lucky yo ass a female cause I would choke the shit out chyo ass and she aint my hoe"!! He yelled, I ain't never seen him like this before. There was a ferocious look in his eyes that I could tell he wasn't playing. He laughed "You need me and we both know that, you ain't shit without me! I help you when yo crack head moma don't do shit remember that....and you belong to me no matter what happens"!! he yelled, he striked me against the face got in his car and drove off. My face hurt like shit, tears rolled down my eyes I wiped them away quickly, I can't let Chris sees like this.

Crystals POV (the mom)

I was on my knees givin Roscoe some good ass head. "Mmm yea ma" roscoe moaned. This nigga dick nasty as fuck but I needed the money. After I was done, I put back on my clothes I got money and walked out. I needed some crack so I went to Q and his boys. I walked down the street with my worn out sweatpants, Black t shirt and my hair in a high ponytail. You can call me a crack head but that was to numb all the pain. My husband was murdered, I had no money to provided for my kids, I just felt like they was the reason he died and I hated them for it. I walked down the street to the trap house, I banged on the door. I saw Kieth the security guard open the door "what u need"? he asked. "You already know" I said nonchalantly. "Ight come in" he said stepping to the side. I sat down on one of the couches, looking at naked females walking all over the place. Q came out "Aye Reggie told me to tell you that boss aint to happy with you runnin up and down takin our drugs and not payin us back" he said. How you gone work for somebody but don't know who you working for. "So what you sayin" I asked with attitude. "That you can't take nomo shit till you pay back" He said. "Well how much time I got"? I asked. "1 week".

   "Ight" I walked away how I'm the hell am I gonna get this money? I needed it very badly this was gone be a long week.

Christine's POV

  The walk home was silent, I was so exhausted Tired from all this I ain't even know what was for dinner. My stomache growled loudly. Chris looked up at me and I looked away, I ain't want my brother to be worried about me. We walked into the apartment, my mother wasn't here again. "You got homework"? I asked Chris. "No" he shook his head. "Ok then go watch some t.v " I said walking away and closing my door behind me. We had a coo neighbor that said it was ok and added our t.v and they bill and they payed for it. I layed down on my bed thinking what was I gone do, I need a job. My eyes got heavy and sleep took over my body.

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