Stalker

Maxie meets Lilac

My eye had been healed and I planned a big meet and great! I called my personal limo driver, John, I was called saying he was sick so I had to ride with a woman named Lia Jones.

The name sounded similar, it was the play name I called my ex Lilac when we played cops and robbers.

A felt a deep guilt and panging. Did I miss her?

I brushed the idea off, I broadcasted my pregnant belly the caption saying 'My little Sagitaurus,' I sent the pic to Maxie and he simply smiled. 🙂

I called my Uber he was five minutes late well I guess her for now. A familiar seductive voice answered the phone, "Hello beautiful, I am pulling into your drive way! Keep your skirt secured or the whole neighborhood will get a nice peak of some choclate cakes or should I say cupcakes?'

Not only did she call my ass small but she sexualized me, sounded like my fucking ex, and compared my skin to choclate. I hung up and walked towards the car clutching skirt and my pocket knife so hard blood dripped on my melanin.

A middle eastern girl pulled down her sunglasses, half shaved head, q side bang over her eye, thick black eyebrows and hair, sexy glossed up lips and top energy. She winks at me. Her curves are amazing.

Before I have time to admire the clone of my ex she rolls down the window and says 'Hop in Isabella'

That was my okay time with my ex when we played cops and robbers
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If I were white the color would e drained from my face. Is told there in shovk getting a little impatient she tabs my arm and Yanks me in the car and starts to blast 'cyber sex' the song me and my ex turn on every saturday. I clutched the knife harder until it dug to deep so I let go I wrapped my bloody hand in a loose handercherchirf before she could comment.

We didn't talk the whole drive . .

Once u came to my stop a stunning blonde stood at the entrance. She had pale skin and a mint green dress that barely covered her ass, it showed her pantyless vagina.

I looked away in disgust!

I walked in the building waving to my fans. Only using my left hand.

The limo drives away. I arrive at the Wenchester theatre, ready to perform my hit single 'Make it Rain, Bitch'

I am sweating I gulp down my dear and approach the front door, covered in anxiety I stumble out the words to a tall and husky man 'I-I am here to peform..' he purses his lips 'And what song shall you sing?' I shake my sweat off and slowly say 'Make it Rain, Bitch' he scoffs at the name and adds "This place is of talent not silly rap dings about narcissistic deeds." I dare say that that was the whole point, to bathe in confidence. But I meekly said, "Please...that's the song I am assigned to do and I will and need to do it u cannot disappoint my fans..."

He stared at me looking butter and said in a growl, "What fans?" I shoved him past and waltzed in to the theatre.
"Lights.
Camera.
Action!"

I saw a director snap pictures of an African girl playing as a queen of Nigeria.

I see 2 Latinas and 2 Caucasians do a photo shoot representing their country. I take a seat in the hip hop section.

A tall dark man with eyes of a dozen pennies came near me.

He smiled sweetly like my dad would e done if he were around...

He took my hand and led me to the stage he gave me a slight push and whispered 'you remind me of my baby girl when she was alive' I smiled meekily at him I walked on the stage my melanin shining through the lights, now I looked.like the African princess, bold and strong, which I am not bold nor strong.

But I sung that song like my family depended on it.

I sucked down the thought of losing the competition.

I slowly let the words flow through my body and out of my mouth.

The judges clapped, sung along, and danced. An elderly woman ran up to the stage and started twerking to my song.

If that's not empowerment I don't know what is.

Maxie yelled, "THATS MY VITCH RIGHT THERE YALL! ITS HER THE PRETRY GIRL WITH THE BRAIDS!" I sung my heart out.

And after all of that I slowly made my way back down to the stage smiling. And that's when I saw  Lia again. But this time she basically dragged me to the bathroom almost ripped my expensive dress with her kitty claws.

She basically screamed, "I TREATED YOU BETTER THAN HE CAN EVER ISA!" Her nails duy in my neck, I could not breathe, little air escaped my mouth.

I clawed at her fingers trying to get away.

I heard a big BANG! Maxie barged in 'GET YO HANDS IF MY FAMILY'

OH NO! Likac stared jn his eyes 'What did you say?' he looked her in the eyes and said 'Get yo dusty hands of my woman and my baby girl." She screeched she jumped in him and yelled 'THEY ARE MY GIRLS NOT YOURS THEY ARE NY FAMILY NOT YOURS THEY ARE-" BOOM!

a bullet rang through the room we stood up, looked out the door, there stood Lilac over Maxie, A bullet in his leg is creamed jumping for the gun throwing it in the poop bucket, toilet, and beating the shit out of Lilac.

I kicked her in her pussy repeatedly. And I repeated, "I. Never. And will never...LOVE YOU!" I shot her, u called the police. Sirens rang around my ears and the stress hit... I felt a kick.

A kick.

And then a bang the door opened u screamed 'MY HUSBAND AND MY EX AEE SHOT AND IM IN LABOR I CANNOT EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW!"

OH LORD JESUS JUST KILL ME.

I blacked out.