Chapter 8

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I knocked on Manny's door and he opened it. He looked at me confused. "I been tryna call and text you.", I said pushing past him. I walked to the living room and saw a girl sitting on the couch. It's a blunt on the table and a bottle open. I looked at Manny. "Who the fuck is this?!", I yelled.

"Look, her grandma died I'm just tryna he here for her.", he said. As I looked down trying to calm down I saw that his pants were opened.

"Why the fuck your pants open?!" Manny looked at her then back at me.

"Baby-"

"Fuck you! We're done!", I yelled walking out. I can't believe this shit.

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I just walked down the street with my head down. I've been walking for at least a few hours now. My legs hurt and I'm tired. I have no money, I'm hungry, and so sleepy. I don't know what imma do.

While I was thinking I started crying. They're rally did me like that? I only got me.

As I walked across the street to the park I got hit. God please take me.

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