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𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗵|| 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗮
"Who was that nigga You was with Maria?" Monty calmly spoke.
"Nobody!! MONTYY LEAVE ME ALONEEE, PLEASE!!" I beg.
"No, mane why you gotta lie yo? I seen you with a nigga!" He yelled in my face.
"Leave me alone!!" I cried.
I was only crying because this nigga breath smell like dry spit.
He chuckled lowly, "You ain't shit, 'pimpin' all dese niggas for what?"
"I'm only talking to you Monty!" I yelled.
"I went through yo shit Mariah, after all I did for yo ungrateful ass." He laughed.
"All you did?!? Nigga you shot me twice, FUCKING TWICE!" I laughed.
"Yea, because you cheated both them fucking times and I took you back! I spent stacks on you, I GAVE YOU MY LOVE." He yelled in my ear.
No lie, the guilt was eating me alive.
Monty would always do little sweet shit, but he knew what it was from the start.
"See na, you tripping. Get the fuck out my damn face M. I'll call my daddy." I waved my hand around.
He knew my daddy was about allat rough shit.
He laughed loudly, "Little ass girl, call yo damn ain't shit daddy. Who was there before him?"
I felt like crying again, there he goes bringing up old shit.
"Must I say, Fred was here.." I could see the veins popping out his head.
Well damn nigga, you asked the fucking question.
"Quit fucking playing." He spoke lowly.
"Nigga ain scared of you!"I boldly spoke.
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"Guh, what happened to yo face?" Ky'lani questioned while doing my hair.
"Me and Monty fought, nigga thought he would get away with hitting me. Tuh.." i rolled my eyes.
"Bit- that nigga hit you?" She stopped fixing my wig.
"Yes girl, I beat his ass." I picked with my nail.
I need a fucking fill in.
"Hell fucking no, come on bitch." She picked up her bag.
"Nooo, I already beat his ass. Tray nem over there probably." I quickly stopped her.
Tray is my cousin. He likes me the best out of all cousins.
"Alright, I won't forget the next time I see him though." She dropped her bag.
"Ky'lani you ain't on shit, scary ass." I honestly spoke.
That bitch is scary as hell! She stole this bitch nigga and tried to get me to fight her.
She rolled her eyes, "bitch I was never taught to fight.."
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𝗥𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗪𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗝𝗿
"Roddy, is that you?" Crackhead Sherlin questioned scratching.
"Mane, move Sherlin! Ian sellin nomo to you." I pushed her arm from her neck.
When I see crackheads scratching I start scratching.
"W-What do you want? I'm willing to sell this good good for $500!" She begged.
Da fukk?
My eyes widened, " HELL FUCKING NO! MOVE BITCH!"
Stank ass broad gonna try and sell her nasty ass cooch.
I start rethinking, I need the fucking money.
I finally decide to walk back over where she was.
"25 a dime." I spoke lowly.
She pulled out 150.
"Here take it all, I can't count." She smiled grabbing what's in my hand.
I move back fast playing the coke on the ground.
"Don't fucking touch me, hell? Fuck you smoking? Oh never mind, crack." I spoke in disgust.
Nasty ass fucking crackhead. Look like she snort butt.
**
"Cuh, she tripping oncrip." I spoke to Nip on the phone.
"What she do this time?" He laughed.
Shit wasn't funny.
"She was on the fucking phone with a nigga!" I yelled frustrated.
"Cuh, calm down. She grown as hell." He mugged me.
"Okay?, She's my little fucking sister." I mugged back.
I caught my sister in her room on the phone with a nigga talking about giving head. She wasn't about to give this nigga shit, so I don't know why he asked.
*beeb beeb*
He fucking hung up. That nigga doesn't take shit serious.
