Nyeisha white, is an 20 year old girl who just got out of college and an abusive relationship. she doesn't drink, smoke, nun of that. but then.. then she met somebody she never knew would change her life.
for better or for worse?
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- Nyeisha White - - Brooklyn, New York -
"where the fuck you goin' girl" pop questioned as i walked behind him out the door.
"with you" i furrowed my eyebrows. "you think i'm happy wit this situation?"
"nah" he shook his head. "i'm fuckin' them both up and ion' need you in the crossfire, Nyeisha" he backed me back inside my house.
"pop you can't hit Bianca. you'll get a charge right then and there if you do. she's a woman" i turned his head to me. "i wanna fuck her up myself"
"no" he said sternly. "Youn' know Jeremiah. he got niggas. dangerous ones that you won't be able to handle"
"how do you know?!" i groaned. "You seriously expect me to sit around and wait to get a phone call sayin' you got locked up? no! i'm coming"
"your not coming. his people shoot first and ask questions later, Ny. i'm not having you die because of me" he grabbed my arm leading me through my house and up to my bedroom.
"shit pop your hurting me!" i hissed at the tight grip he had on my arm.
he pulled my wrist to the bedpost before pulling out a pair of handcuffs making my eyes widen trying to get out of his grip but he got them on way too quickly.
"i'll be back" he said as i tugged on the cuffs.
"please pop! i can't sit here and know i'm not doing anything for Kay"
"i'll be back, Nyeisha" he leaned down lifting my chin. "i promise, ight? and i'll have kayla"
"and if you don't?" i pleaded.
"i will"
groaning and yelling after him as he walked out the room made my throat hurt.
i wanna help.
i wanna fuck some shit up.
Kayla's grown to be like my bestfriend.
she's so energetic and loving.. who would do sum like this to her?
