Your a what!?!

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Sabrina

Mom what the hell are you doing.

Oh hey sugah I was just...

You was just what fucking some random?

Hey now  i'm still your mother and I would love if you loose the got damn attitude. And where is my wallet.

Oh so this was yours why is that stuff in there.

Because Bri I'm a-

Hey you coming back?

In just a minute baby.

Your a what mom?

A prostitute.

I think I'm going to be-

Your not pregnant right?

No, because unlike certain people my legs are still closed.

You know what bri I was doing this for us and I see your ungrateful ass don't appreciate it so you can pack all your shit and get the fuck out of my house.

Gladly. You know it's a shame you put dick before your own child.

~In her room~

I can't believe this shit.

Can't believe what baby.

Who the fuck are you?

Lay down hoe.

Hell nawl I ain't laying down you ain't my daddy.

He pushed me down on my bed and began taking his clothes off I'm glad I decided to bring my pocket knife.

I began acting like  I was ready for him. I removed my shirt I stood up  with the knife behind my back and the other leading him to sit in front of me.

I removed his pants and saw his nasty ass dick  I grabbed it and cut it off with my knife.

He screamed you little  bitch. I sliced his throat and all you could hear  was him coughing for  the rapid bleeding to stop.

I finished packing and left nothing behind I had already text J could I sleep at his house just until I get on my feet.

Have a nice life  pros- I mean mother. Oh BTW you might want to hide his body don't want you get arrested. I chuckeled and seen J pull up I threw my stuff in the trunk and hopped in the front seat and listened to music.

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