21 and ready for law school -- Aisha's eyes are finally opening to see the true darkness that lies inside herself and Delontae. What will she do about it??
"Many say that I'm too young.. but you will see, it's just a matter of time, my love will surely make him mine.. living in a world of ghetto life... but nothin's wrong with my man. MY man... I'M GIVIN' HIM SOMETHIN HE CAN FEEL.."
AISHA'S THEME SONG: SOMETHING HE CAN FEEL PERFORMED BY SPARKLE( CARMEN EJOGO, JORDAN SPARKS, AND TIKA SUMPTER)
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When I woke back up, it was 9 at night. I'm fakin' like I'm dying when really my arm is just sore, and on the inside I'm pissed, and glad. Glad I beat dat bitch's ass and she got shot too by her own fuckin' lame ass friend -- the old me in the hood would be blastin' this shit and blastin' them punk bitches all over Instagram. But I'm trying to stay outta jail...
I open my eyes by the indoor pool to see Tae walking in here.. I pick up my book and put my ear plugs back in my ears..
Wait for it.. wait for it... yep. Tae snatches my ear plugs out and moves my book.
"You rocked me to sleep wit dat pussy, cryin' and shit, so you could holla at that nigga," Tae gets up in my face about Vaughn.
"For 3 minutes! To ask him about Danielle, and to tell him to take care of Vonsha. And that I will no longer be needing his help. Grayam got me legally from now on, so he can focus on you," I let this crazy ass nigga know! He staring back.
"I'm pregnant. I'm pushing law school back for awhile," I add... and he backs up, relaxing.
"Oh," he says.. selfish bastard.
"You supposed to be spoiling me. Remember?" I watch his face.
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"Whatchu want? Anything," he gets up closer to my face, feeling like he won and he got what he wanted. Niggas ain't shit.
"You, at home for a change Delontae. And to confront that bitch," I let him know. He breathes out and backs up.. he glances down at the bandage on my arm, and slowly he rubs my arm and picks it up, surveying it... Mothafucka..
"Confront her for what Isha? Muffin told me you beat her ass," he comes back.
"You want Vaughn outta my face, me at home, you want shit the way you want it to go or not? Cuz I don't give a fuck about dying nigga you gone gimme what I want or fuckin' feel it! Just like you take whatchu want nigga, or I'll MAKE yo ass kill me you punk muhhfucka tryin' to fuck that weak ass bitch! Nigga you betta -"
