𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 | A$AP Rocky.

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(Imagine that she has bruises and a black eye, thanks⬆️)

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October 17th, 2011.
Keigi

The ride home was mostly silent. It was a four hour drive but I still can't understand where their safehouse was. At least everything is over now.

"You okay?" Rakim asked me and I turned to look at him.

"It's nothing I haven't experienced before." I said as I shrugged my shoulders and continued to look at the window.

"What the fuck? You knew about this?!" Rocky  put his hands on Nast's seat as he asked him. No one was sitting on the passenger's seat.

"Um, yeah actually. That was her everyday life before she joined the mob." Nast said and I nodded.

"And why didn't y'all tell me anything?" Rocky asked.

"Cause you were too busy fighting with me all the time." I said and both me and Nast laughed as Rakim kissed his teeth.

We were finally in the house. When we got inside everyone was sitting on the living room waiting for us to arrive, I guess.

"Keigi, oh my god." Chynna said as she ran to me and hugged me. I hugged her back.

"God, what did they do to you. Wait, is that a hickey? What the fuck." She was touching it with her finger, lightly, but it still hurt.

"It hurts a little." I said and coughed.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry." She said and Iggy approached us.

"Oh my god, Keigi. Are you alright?" She asked as we hugged for a few seconds.

"I will be. Don't worry." I smiled. After greeting the other members and getting away from an interrogation, I headed to my room so I could shower. I was about to close and lock the door, but an arm popped up out of nowhere. Turns out it was Rakim's arm.

"Wait a sec." he said and I opened the door and let him in.

"What's up?" I asked him curiously.

"Um I just wanted to apologize, actually." It was so awkward but I don't know why.

"For what?"

"For being an idiot to you from the day you joined the mob. I didn't know that you were going through all these stuff. Imma come clean and be real with you, I thought you were only a stripper and nothing more, but you proved me wrong by talking to me about solving our differences and start hanging out. I really appreciate that and I... I like your company." He said and scratched his neck. I never thought I would see that coming. Isn't he full of surprises?

"It's okay. I would probably act the same way you did if someone that I didn't know would start hanging out with my friends. I'm sorry for making you feel like that though." I scratched my shoulder and he smiled.

"It's okay. Friends?" We both laughed and hugged. He then left and I got in the bathroom.

I kept scrubbing my body with a loofah full of soap but I still felt dirty. Especially in my private area. I looked at it in disgust, wondering if I will ever find a man that is going to be actually loving and respect my body and choices. I guess not. After all those times of being treated this way, I feel like I'm not even allowed to have high expectations. I think that I'm not worth it cause I'm damaged to the bone. At one point that didn't concern me but, after seeing most of the mob members with their girlfriends and boyfriends, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. But after some overthinking I decided that those things aren't for me. This is my fate and I have to accept it, whether I like it or not, I guess.