*2 months later*
Living in a huge house with rich bitches and they made me get a job. That's some dirty shit. Keisha still hates me and Adrian makes me uncomfortable. He just be flirting with me like he don't have no sense. Like nigga get that thirsty shit on. I just play along because I needed a place to stay.
I haven't checked up on my family in a while ever since they started burglarizing houses and shit. I seen Asia at Kroger's and she said Candice killed some girl named Brelle.
"If that's what she chooses, the it's whatever." I shrugged.
I shook the flashback out of my head and seen the costumer waving her hands in my face aggravated.
"Oh did you say one angus steak burger ?" I asked ringing up her order.
"And my butterfinger milkshake." She snapped. I nodded and gave the order to my Co Worker. I went back to the register only to see Adrian next in line. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"What?" I said irritated. He chuckled.
"Um, bitch I don't want yo crusty ass that's what. I want the number four and get Keisha that Oreo milkshake." I typed in the order on the register and walked away.
"Tammy can you make this order please, I don't feel so well." I lied. She popped her gum and turned away to make the food. I went back to the register and gave Adrian a sheepish smile.
"Your food will be here in approximately five minutes."
"Why you not cooking it?" He asked. I shrugged.
"It's none of your concern so just wait for your damn food." I said walking back to the fry station. Lavontalashina came to me with Adrian's food in a to go bag. I took the bag and removed the bread off of the burger and put a big glob of spit in that shit. I put it back in the wrapper and approached him. He snatched the bag roughly.
"Thanks bitch." He said with a grin.
"Anytime sir." I replied.
***
After work, I settled in my room tired as fuck. Steak and Shake is too much work for me. I took off my shoes and threw them in the closet and took my hair out its ponytail. Keisha barged in my room thirty seconds later with a mad expression on her face. I sat up and gave her a blank look.
"Can I help you?" I asked slightly annoyed. She put her hand in my face indicating me to shut up as she flipped her hair that was recently dyed red with blonde tips.
"Bitch you ain't at work no mo so you can really stop trynna sound all proper and shit." She snapped. This hoe be doing the most if you ask me. I sighed not trying to hear dis bullshit.
"Don't start today man you acting like a little bitch." I paused. "Oh wait you are a little bitch. Look like it. Act like it. Because you are." Keisha turned from mad to outrageous. I still didn"t care. Hoes been trying me all my life, it's time for me to stand up for myself and the time is now. Anyway, Keisha got all up in my face and shit and pushed me as I stood up. She was like 4'11" and I was 5'7" so it was a huge height difference. That shit don't matter to me nor does it have an effect on me. I pushed her ass back waiting for her reaction. She was startled for a while until she realized I was ready to fight.
"So you wanna go?" She wondered already knowing what my response will be. I shrugged.
"It's whatever I already know ima beat yo ass either way. You a shit starter forreal Keisha, like at first you was being so insecure thinkin someone wanted yo nigga. If you would be keepin his crook dick ass happy, he wouldn't be messin around with someone else." I stated. I had to be honest, he's a hoe. He tries to come on to me and who knows who else he fucks with. He ain't even all that no more, he just average. When I first seen him, I thought he was the shit, but now, he just another nigga who tries to fit in and I don't got time to put up with it.
Keisha was silent for a while. I got her ass in check so far. I folded my arms waiting for her to run up but she ain't doing nun. I fake whistled until she decided to punch me in my stomach. Without hesitation, I punched her in her jawbone. She was yelling all types of shit like ,"Bitch lets go" and "Run up den thot". I felt sorry for her dumb ass. Just because she had a hard past doesn't mean she can just talk shit to me and get away with it. That goes for any bitch that has a problem with it. I grabbed her hair and easily slung her ass down with one pull and started stomping her. She was squirming but I had a tight grip on her hair. I gave her a chance to get up so it could be a fair fight. Her short ass tried to punch me but she couldn't reach my face. I just pushed her back down and continued stomping her. Adrian came in and yanked me off of Keisha. He threw me on the bed and started slapping me in my face with no limits. I failed to knee him in his stomach so I had to sit there and take the hits. Keisha stood up and fixed her hair and then wiped the blood from her nose and lip.
"Never put your hands on her again or your broke ass will be back on the curb!" Adrian retorted basically shaking me to death. I nodded and he forcefully let me go. A tear escaped my eye but I wiped it off quickly. I ended up taking a very, very long nap that night. My family hates me, everyone does. I don't even want to live anymore but I'm too much of a pussy to die which makes zero sense. I just wish my mama never had me and I would be grateful to be aborted.
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Life of April
ChickLitApril and her siblings have to tackle many obstacles throughout their life. Especially since their mother and father wasn't with them at the beginning, basically their whole lives. So much happens that could make their life turn out for better or fo...
