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i'm in my neighborhood about to go back to my house. ian wanna bother kentrell cause he busy wit the album, so I just walked. ion got dat much shit to get anyway.
I know I shouldn't be doin dis, but I be feelin like a burden sometimes.
somehow fredo found out my fuckin number. he be tellin me dat ian safe and he be watchin me. I blocked him and told ken, but he text me from a different number everytime.
dat lil stalker shit started about two months after ken had posted a picture of us.
"say lil mama, you need a ride?"
ian look up from the sidewalk, just kept walkin. "i'm straight."
"ight. just let me know if yo nigga ain't treatin you right."
after ian say nun the car pulled off. all black, tinted windows, and no license plate.
type shit?
I noticed dat I was the only one out on the streets and dat was the only car out ridin. I looked around again before I jogged up the sidewalk.
I got to the door and it was already unlocked. I shook my head. "she so fuckin irresponsible."
I made sure to lock the door behind me. I didn't have anymore clothes to get, just sum things my dad had mailed me over the years.
"you slime enough to fuck a nigga, you slime to bring a bag home." I rapped as I walked to my room wit the small sack I had.
I flipped my mattress ova to see all my shit still hea. i'm shocked her dusty ass ain't ransack my room fa money.
I turned my head fast as fuck when I heard the floorboards creak. ian think much of it cause dis a old ass trailer.
"why the fuck the house wanna act up when i'm alone?"
the floorboards creaked again and I coulda sworn I saw sum shadows.
these ghosts havin a live ass party, ainnit?
I reach down to my boxspring and picked up my dad's gold chain. I put it around my neck and after my hands were down I felt them get grabbed.
"why you alone, princess?"
dis voice the same from dat nigga's in the car. my fear quickly turned into anger.
"say, let me the fuck go!"
he ignored me and grabbed my wrists tighter. he must don't know a bitch like me gone keep talkin?
"yoshi, dis bitch aggy! shut her ass up," he demanded.
a boy wit a fitted hat came in my vision wit sum cloth. he stuffed it in my mouth then the other one yanked me in the floor. fitted hat tied my ankles together and went to pull my pants down.
I stared to kick and move around. it didn't work, he just held me down and kept pullin. I heard a laugh and I looked up to the dude holdin my arms.
das dat nigga fredo!!!
my body jerked when I felt something cold touch my pussy. I looked down to see dis nigga fingers! I squirmed and screamed as I was held down, but he ain't stop.
they took turns molestin me. after a while, I stopped cryin and just laid there.
"and gimme this shit too." fredo snatched my dad's chain off my neck before gettin up. all I could do was whimper.
after they left and I regained my strength I called kentrell to come get me. he didn't answer, so I called again.
I kept tryin and after a while he started declining my shit. I waited fa a bit then called again, he picked up.
"ken-"
"NAH, FUCK YOU! YOU BEEN GONE ALL MORNIN! I KNOW YO ASS CHEATIN, SO GO FUCK WHO YOU GONE FUCK CAUSE IMMA DO ME!"
"nisha said come on or you gone miss out," I heard ben's voice in the background before he hung up.
