Whitney & Bobbi

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I heard the rythym of Usher "Nice & Slow" playing loud as shit in her room, I could always tell when my mother was highed up, she would play that good soul music with the candles lit & wine chilled with her door shut. It smelled so good in here she had one of my favorite scented candles lit, "Vanilla Bean". "MA??" no response, I noticed the keys was still hanging on the wall so she had to be here "WHITNEY MCCLAIR?!?" I sang. She hated when I called her that knowing that's how I got my nickname Bobbi cause since we both got high, my name was Brittany & once the streets found out about my addiction they would say Whitney & Bobbi here, because we would cop together. My mother didn't approve of me being on drugs cause of course, what mom wants her daughter out there like that, but it was my fun and I wasn't an addict. I know y'all like damn mother and daughter? You fucking right & I didn't give a fuck about who knew. I was the slickest, & prettiest dopefiend there was. "Well since she ain't answer I'm just gonna sniff this line right here" I sat my wine down on the coffee table & had a fucking party of my own. "Damn" I said out loud, "ay ma where u get this shit from? This shit litt" still nothing. I walked back to the room I busted thru the door "GOT CH----" I couldn't believe what was happening, here I am feeling bad that Choco stood me up yet again but also high as shit & ready to talk and my mother & Choco was the ones moaning and groaning like it was the end of time! "You 2 BITCHES!!!!!!! They both ran for cover, "Whitney I could kill you right now!!!" I screamed & here go Choco with that fucking cute ass slick smile "oh, Bobbi it wasn't nothing like that" I just looked at him with pain in my eyes, I yelled with my hands in the air "what the fuck u mean it wasn't like that!!!! Y'all back here fucking Choco you tell me to go downtown and meet u so u can fuck my mother? YOUS A SICK BITCH!! Yo I cannot believe this shit" I stormed to the kitchen "BOBBI GET TF OUT NOW!" my mother screamed "ohhhhh u putting me out cause I caught y'all fucking? BITCH I PAY THE BILLS HERE YOU GET THE FUCK OUT!" I zoomed back to his ass "Choco I'm gonna get your bitch ass handled you a nigga so pussy in front of you, you gonna take opportunity but it's cool watch your fucking back you bum!" These bitches don't know who they done played with! I was a stone cold Gemini June 10 & my other side has entered the building. Even tho I never met my father I heard stories of how he was not to be played with I was just like him & all the bitches wanted him. My mother was pretty as shit If you seen her you wouldn't think she was on drugs the way she was. Im talking caramel skin, body like Ashanti, & big pretty popping ass eyes that's how she probably got my father. "Bobbi I'm sorry baby I got high and started letting Choco fuck with that sh----" I rolled my eyes "Bitch I don't wanna hear that shit dueces!" And pointed at the door. Soon as I said that reality sat in & I sobered straight up, I have a good 300 in my pocket with a phone a slick ass nigga waiting to hear from. "Matter fact I'm gonna leave but Whitney you got 24 hours to be the fuck out of here, I never wanna see you again! Fuck you & that nigga choco!!" I slammed the door. I couldn't believe that just happened. I called Paris, cause he the first person that came to mind. I had 2 close home girls one in college & the other in a different state i needed to escape immediately. "I knew you would call babygirl---" I cut him right off "No time for the sweet shit, come get me please I'll explain everythi---" "Send me the address be there in 15 minutes" sure enough 15 minutes later a cream 2016 BMW X6 pulled up, I was standing out side furious, vunerable, & fiening. He opened the door for me "someone call a cab?" I rolled my eyes and laughed "you corny" I got in & seen the peanut butter interior and the air was so crispy and smelled just like John Paul. This nigga... where tf He been at all my life? Nah, Brittany stay focused I said to myself... He got in, "where too?" he smiled, nigga seemed real fucking happy.. "anywhere but here" I said, I felt a relief go over my body, if only I knew that was the last time I would see my mother....

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