School Boy

Hospital Bed

I just woke up and I'm laying in a fucking hospital bed! I look at my body and I apparently got shot in my thigh and side. I feel dizy and I'm about to flip out because I feel horrible.

We still don't know who shot me but when I catch whoever did they life is over.

"Um Miss.Smith, we have called your parents several times and no answer.", the docter said to me.

"That's because they don't give a shit, did you figure that out yet!?"

"Miss.Smith , please calm down we just need somebody to come and sign for your medical bill. Who can we call?", the docter asked me.

"My big bro Fresh he'll help me out.", I said answering her question.

I wrote his number on a piece of paper and gave it to her. About an hour later Fresh showed up and payed the bill but I had to stay in there another night.

"Who the fuck did this to you!?",Fresh said to me sounding extremely mad.

"I don't know I was at Dre house and he kicked me out then all I heard was gunshots and everything went black." , I said to Fresh looking really confused trying to remember anything else.

"Well look ima stay here with you tonight and take you to your mama house tomorrow other than that I don't want you anywhere near the traps.", Fresh said to me with a serious look on his face.

"HA you funny Fresh you may be older than me but nobody is gonna run my trap houses and my drug game but me. Just alert the boys that they need to be in guard and not goofing off because if someone fucks with my drug game its their ass."

Fresh just looked at me with a straight face and nodded his head.

"Yes ma'am I will take care of that.", Fresh said to me....

Fresh was interrupted by receiving a phone call.

I rolled my eyes at the fact fresh told me to hold on.

"She what?",Fresh yelled on his phone.

"Shit" ,fresh yelled.

"What's wrong?" ,I questioned.

"Dominique then got her ass locked up again", Fresh exclaimed.

"That's what you get for having a stripper as your fucking girlfriend", I yelled.

"Man fuck you mean?", Fresh questioned.

"Fresh you heard me... She's fucking with our money" ,I exclaimed.

"You fucking with our money by giving that nigga Dre some every other night", Fresh yelled and stood up.

"Get the fuck out my room", I yelled.

"No fuck that we gone talk Missy you always trying to run away from shit", Fresh exclaimed.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!!! I NEED A NURSE!!! STRANGER IN MY ROOM!!!" ,I yelled.

The nurses came running in and made Fresh leave.

Before he left he told me we wasn't done talking to me but as much as I knew I was the boss of him not the other way around.

I'm really getting tired of his shit lately acting like he king of MY fucking drug game. All I got to say to that is that his bitch ass tripping forreal.

After an hour of being left alone and in peace.

I decided to eat all the fruit cups the hospital has, shit I don't want none of this nasty ass food.

I was interrupted from watching television... In walks my mother.

"Missy what have you gotten yourself into?" ,My mom questioned.

"None of your damn business why the hell are you even here?", I questioned.

"Your my daughter... They told me it was an emergency", Mom exclaimed.

"Oh now you listen to THEY",I said putting emphasis on the word they.

"You know what missy I ain't for the bull crap... If you want me to leave I will leave", mom exclaimed.

"Go ahead and leave... Leave out of my life just like you did before!", I yelled.

"Missy you already know what happened, let's just live in the now", Mom exclaimed.

"NO FUCK THAT!" ,I yelled.

"Missy stop it now your embarrassing me!", Mom yelled in a whisper tone.

"You act like your the shit... Gucci purses, Michael kors Boots, Jimmy Choo .. But don't forget what happened to me when I was younger", I exclaimed.

"Missy I can't go back and change that day.. That was the past", Mom yelled.

"Get the fuck out of here",I mumbled.

"Missy you are so god damn stubborn", Mom said giving me a look of disgust.

"Fuck you!" ,I yelled.

Before I knew it my mom stormed out of the room furious.

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FRESH POV:

After having that mild argument with Missy I decided to go bail Dominique out of jail.

After getting her out of jail I wanted to spend some alone time with my girl so I took her out to eat.

"Baby I know you've been working a lot lately.", I exclaimed.

"I've been busy... But I'm trying to get this hustle in", Said Dominique.

"How the hell you get locked up though?", I questioned.

"They shot up the club." ,Dominique exclaimed.

Those words replayed in my head..over...over and over.

"Where were you the time when Missy got shot?",I questioned.

"I was working.." ,Dominique said running her fingers through her hair.

"You told me you was off..", I said lifting one of my eyebrows.

"No I didn't!", Dominique yelled.

"See... You know I don't play about lying.. I'm tempted as hell to smack the shit out of you." ,I said grabbing her wrist.

"Okay! Okay! Tyrone damn", Dominique replied.

"Bitch? Who is Tyrone?", I questioned as my grip on her arm got tighter.

Dominique stormed off and went into the ladies bathroom I followed after her.

She then lost her God damn mind.