The ghetto child ,the sad case ,the unfortunate one, and wait a minute you can't leave out the forgotten one.
Usually these assumptions would make me angry well all except one: Ghetto Child.
This story takes place where last breaths, fast money an...
A/N: Normally every chapter has a follow up but, not for this one. You will be getting one in chapter 11 tho so stay tune.🧚🏽♀️
Chapter 9
'Petty as hell and perfect It's pussy for sale, ain't worth it Saw that bitch talking online Caught her in person, she begging for mercy Wrapping my legs 'round the back of his neck And my feet by the name on the jersey Got me a condo in Jersey He wanted to lease it, but I made him purchase, uh'
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August 30th Friday 4:09pm
"Jai'yanna fucking Burnest Martin, I know yo ass hear me talking to you! I'm not dealing with none of y'all's bullshit today. Do you understand me?" Granny in here trying to trip about my car being gone.
I told her that Tommy is fixing something on the car to keep her out of my hair. However, he foolishly said something else, claiming that I totaled it. Now, Granny knows that we are lying.
Sahara and I shared the couch. Personally, I was thrilled because it was Friday after a week that had been incredibly tough. I was eager to go out, maybe grab a drink or two, and just relax. "Granny, I'll be back driving in my own car in a few days. Don't worry about it." I have no idea why I said that.
"Fuck you, mean don't worry about it? Now I gotta let you ride around in my fucking car. How am I supposed to run my errands dragging the babies along, huh?" My granny has been cussing me out since I got home from school.
I paused trying to think of an excuse.
"It wasn't my fault."
"Jai'yanna, if you shoot someone and the judge asks you why you did it, and you're dumb enough to say, 'Damn it, it wasn't my fault,' you're going to fucking jail." She went quiet, staring me in the face. My granny was practically pressing me about this whole car situation.
"And I'm going to make sure you're sitting right next to your dumb ass daddy.", She continued to yell, grabbing her car keys.
"Just leave, just leave, just leave," I prayed as I watched her repeatedly walk between the living room closet and the front door. I've been getting cussed out since I woke up this morning. And the thing is, I don't even think she's mad at me for not having a car. My grandmother is more upset that we're keeping her in the dark, but what would she prefer to know? I'm being hunted and stalked by a madman.
