SINNERS
1.
Braylee Brielle Brian
So this is what my life's come to? I have no idea where I'm at. I'm dirty, I stink the people around me stink. Plus I think my dumb ass period is coming soon. I've been sitting in this dirty room, on this dirty hard ass floor. These niggas have barely given us anything to eat or drink. All they've given us is little shots, yes shots of water and stale pieces of bread. What the fuck do I look like? On top of that, whenever we have to use the bathroom they make us go in this bucket. It's not the ideal situation but I rather use the bucket than pee on myself. The funny part is I don't even know why or how I got here. This is fucked up.
24 hours earlier
"When I scream you scream we all scream for ice cream" I sung while eating my superman ice cream and watching mean girls.
This is the perfect way to spend Saturday night. Especially given how my week has been. *ding* my phone chirped signaling I had an incoming text. Taking one last scoop of ice cream and sitting the ice cream on my chest I picked up my phone and read the message.
'YOU DUM BITCH!!! BELIEV ME WEN I TELL U I'M BEATING YO ASS ON SIGHT! & WON'T NOBODY BE ABLE TO HELP YOU TIME. '
Rolling my eyes I decided to respond back to her ugly ass.
'Learn how to spell and fix your typos next time you funny built bitch 🙂'
After I sent that message I blocked her number from my phone and went to check my various social media accounts. Clicking the apps all I see is people talking shit about what went down last week between me, my nigga and his girlfriend.. It was mainly females talking shit like I won't take their niggas. Besides that shit happened LAST WEEK. You would think niggas would be over it by now. People shouldn't have that much of an opinion anyways being that it's not their business. They weren't there, it's not their relationship and I'll kindly beat their ass. Well not really because I can't fight. It's whatever tho because they don't know that. In my head I win every fight. Black eyes and stuff don't matter and it's about the effort you put in. Float like a butterfly swim like a bee. Or whatever Muhammad Ali said.
*Boom Boom Boom*
I was pulled out of my thoughts by loud as knocking at the door. Picking up my phone I check to see it was 6:38pm. "Who the fuck is knocking at my door this late at night" I mumbled to myself. On my way to the door I picked my bra up off the floor that I had taken off a little earlier. You know just in case a nigga wanna jump hype. Gotta protect myself. Too short to look through the peep hole I yelled "Who is it" I'm a dumb bitch. I know.
"Hennery's Pizza" The guy yelled back. I swung that door open fast as fuck. I love pizza and henneries got the best fucking pizza ever man. "I didn't order pizza tho" I saying eyeing the box hoping he would give it to me anyways.
"Don't worry mam, it's already paid for." He said unzipping the black pizza bag. "By who?" I said finally looking up at him. He stood around 5'6, dark skinned, brown eyes and his waves were on swim. He was a cutie but too short for me. I like to climb men.
"Ion know" he shrugged. Not questioning it I quickly grabbed the pizza.
"Thanks nigga" I said slamming the door in his face.
Walking back to my couch I sat the pizza on the coffee table and sat down. Before grabbing a slice I bowed my head to say a prayer. "I don't know who the fuck sent this pizza but let it not be poison lord. In Jesus name Amen." Sitting back on the couch I press play on my movie and scroll through social media.
