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3 day's later...
Dimoni Mercedes Walker🗽
Harlem, New York.it's been a couple of days by now and I hadn't heard a word from the boys. I was fine with that because it's exactly what I wanted
my pops was on my ass for the night about me getting a job. there wasn't anything including a job on my mind at the moment
I had been chilling in the room most of the time I left it was to shower and eat, Bakari had tried to have a conversation with me but I ignored him
the only reason why I stayed home was so that my father could get off my back, shit only made it worse for me
I turned my speakers up changing my pants to match my sweatshirt
most of the time I just got dressed just to sit in the house, as I looked in the mirror my eyes hung low looking a tad bit red
hearing a light knock on the door my fathers' beard popped halfway in the room as I took an AirPod out looking at him
"you have company," he said closing the door halfway
hearing a couple of steps coming towards my room I put my face into the pillow pulling the blanket over me
"don't come in," I told whoever pushing my face in
doing the exact opposite I heard them come in the room closing the door. a heavy hand slapped the back of my head laughing
Stupid ass
"Demon, where you been bestie I missed you," Tylil said kneeling to move the blanket from over me
"why your face look swollen?" he changed the topic holding my face up
I turned the other way towards the window ignoring his questions
moving his hands from my face I heard Siah move closer to us looking at me with a mug
"I gotta pee move out my way," he told us
you in my crib—
"you look bad right now."
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