Gaslight 1 + 2 |Park Jimin & Hwasa|

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Hwasa POV:

*Flashback*

I came back from my job which is doing freestyles in the streets.

So what's a freestyle to me? I been doing as a 6-year-old.

Thinkin' on my own 2 feet, survival pick and go.

"Hunny, why are you always coming home late in a school night?" I heard my mama's voice.

I sighed.

"Hello ma, I came here from work." I said as I placed my backpack down.

"You don't have to do that." She said.

I walked towards her.

"I know." I said.

I got on my knees and hugged her.

"Mama, I promise you I'll do anything to get a better job in order to help you." I said as I cried while holding her.

My father's still in debt and we've been struggling to pay.

I was still in high school and my life was way different compared to others.

I just wanted my life to change.

" I want you you study and graduate." She said as she hugged me.

"I'll take you anywhere to make you happy." She said as she played with my hair.

"Mama, I know it's gon' be fine wherever we go" I said as I looked at her.

"'Cause we know, you raised this girl to dream and be a hero." I said and smiled.

She kissed my forehead.

"I know I did." She said.

"Mama we gon' make it here someday." I said.

*end of flashback*

"Hwasa...Hwasa." I heard someone say.

I slowly opened my eyes.

"Hey, I heard you crying." said Simon.

"Ahh, I'm really sorry." I said.

"What happened?" He asked me.

I sat up in my bed.

" I was thinking about my mama." I said and looked down.

"Is it okay if I could get it out of my chest?" I asked him.

He nodded and sat next to me.

"I was a 6-year-old without a father figure role. That spawned from inner hate, I never wanted to be great. I study my mother wonder how she took hold of my family. That minimum salary, stretched as much as it can be. She was always stressed but kept that shit from me, I'm just tryna fit in, see. I crave for that acceptance like it validates my sanity. I wrestle with affirmations, settle for masking faces. Back when I was at school, I had reduced lunches while my mama skip her lunchtime. 9 to 5 minimum wage, she at the bus line. Here I am, filling a page, waiting to bust rhymes. 'Til I'm nearing the day I'm getting cosigned. Snare rolls and punchlines to payrolls and punch time. We take shows like crunch time, we braved those like front lines. My life on these lines 'cause we never had lifelines. And these days I'm scared of what might go through my mind. I had never been the type to say I'm scared of what I have to face." I said as I looked at him.

"You turned into a hardworking woman, just like your mom." He said as he rubbed my back.

"I want to meet your mom and thank her for creating you." He said and smiled.

"Oh stop it." I said as I playfully punched him.

"Hey, its the truth." He said and played with my hair.

"I don't know how to thank you enough." I said and hugged him.

"Don't worry bbg. You being with me is all I need." He said as he hugged me back.

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Hey ya'll, I will be posting the second part of the story here too.

You guys could read the story here on in the other book.

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