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" You look like a dog." Tia stared in my face.
" Wanna see a trick ?" I asked her smiling pulling out my lighter.
" Yeah." She smiled.
" Bring me the alcohol."
She went into the bathroom and brought it back. I wet her hand and then lit it on fire making her run around screaming.
" What the hell is wrong with you ?" Angel scrunched her face up.
" THAT DEMON LIT ME ON FIRE !" She pointed at me while running her hand under water.
" Saint." Nadia came out her room looking at me. " I can't keep you around nobody bro."
" I was waiting for you to wake up." I said walking into her room.
" You woke me up." She yawned. " I wanna go back to sleep."
" Then go to sleep." I made a duh face.
" But you gone leave." She scratched her head putting on some shorts.
" You damn skippy." I sat on her bed.
" Well , Im up." She stood up doing the dougie.
" You look stupid , stop it." I made a face.
" I wanna go shopping , come on !" She hopped around.
" You got shopping money ?"
" Yep , I got paid yesterday." She took off her shirt putting on my hoodie that was inside her closet.
" How you get that ?" I looked at her.
" I stole it." She whispered loudly. " You wanna get me some socks ?"
" No." I stood up tucking my gun. " Let's go."
" Hollon let me put on my crocs." She said damn near falling.
" You're a dumbass." I laughed at her walking into the living room.
" No Im not." She frowned. " Take it back."
" Okay." I nodded. " You're a retard."
Nadia a cool ass person when she not being stupid. I feel like I could tell her everything about myself but I just don't know if Im ready.
" Get it lil billy !" Tia yelled at Nadia and she started dancing like a crack head.
" Let's go." I grabbed her arm.
" You wanna be famous ?" She asked me once we got in the car.
" No , I wanna be the least known person." I drove off. " I hate people."
" Why ?" She frowned. " You hate me ?"
" No , I don't hate you." I laughed. " I need you to read something."
" What ?" She scrunched her face up.
" What languages you could speak ?"
" Spanish and Haitian Creole cause of my mom , why ?"
" Recite this in creole and english." I showed her my neck tattoo.
" Mouri pou Lisifè ak viv pou l '. Lè li tounen, li pral frape ou 10 fwa pi rèd. Men, pa janm dout l '." She said making a confused face. " Die for Lucifer and live for him. When he comes back, he will hit you 10 times harder. But never doubt him."
" Now it's time to tell you the tale of my life." I sighed.
" Did I just sell my soul ?"
" No , you made a vow of loyalty to me. You can't tell anyone about anything I tell you or you'll die."
" Not like I was going to anyways but okay." She gave me her full attention.
" I was born to a prostitute and cartel leader who go by the names of Kiesha and Kane. I was an unwanted child but it makes sense , they had drugs to tend to. They abused me with every chance they had sometimes to the point where I didn't speak because if I did I wouldn't eat for days sometimes weeks. One time I remember Kane had beat Kiesha so bad and left her without any money so she allowed grown men to rape me." I paused watching her face change. " I developed PTSD and an attachment disorder. Shit fucked me up a whole lot once I was a teen , shooting myself for the fun of it and playing with fire. Shit , I think Im a pyromaniac. I distance myself from you because I don't know if you're prepared , if you ain't ready for what some with me , leave now."
She just stared at me for a few seconds and I watched a tear fall.
" Stop crying , Im okay." I wiped her face.
" I can't believe this shit." She sniffed. " I don't know you manage."
" Time will heal."
" Man I don't even wanna go shopping no more." She huffed. " Let's get something to eat then I'll go back home."
