Jahseh Onfroy
I watched Symere light the candels around the demon bored with a deep feeling of fascination in my body. I wanted to know more, I wanted to see more.
He lit the last candle before blowing out the lit match, dropping it into a ash tray. He rolled his eyes as he shoved away the hands of his lover. We havent been nice to them since a week ago when the whores in our place thing went down.
"You ready?" He asked Melly and I, both of us eagerly nodding our head in excitement while Taymor just sat on the couch curled into a ball.
Every now and then he would speak about how this is creepy or how we are asking to go to hell. See I dont know how he can speak when he spent the last two years of his life in a gang killing people and selling drugs and much more.
He needs to get over this boujee thing he has going on and realize he is no better than the rest of us, we are all screwed up, crazy and stuck here forever. We might as well embrace it and get used to the idea. Or like Stokeley said, we will be very miserable.
And I dont know about you but I refuse to be alone and miserable when I could be happy and enjoying what I do have. I say look at the upside because as far as we know, this is all we have got.
"Yo yall finna go straight to hell," Gaymor sighed.
"And youll be right there with me shining my shoes cause you'll be my side hoe. Im satins bitch," I smirked at him.
"I thought Sy was Satans bitch," Jonathan asked.
"No, Im his son," Sy smirked as he licked some candle wax off his finger.
"As you should be," I added on.
"And Im his father." Melly smiled innocently.
Although we are all insane and out of our minds, we have astablished that Melly is indeed the craziest of us all. He almost killed Jonathan with a tube of mascara the other night. We saved him just in time. I think we should've let him die.
"And guess what?" Stokeley asked.
"What?" I rolled my eyes.
"Im hungry, who wants subway?"
