Chapter 7

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August

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August

"Ayo Fat Fat, wassam wit' ya' bruh?" My dawg C-Brazy asked Tommie.

"It's nun C," she said trying to brush the conversation off.

"Y'all mfs wildin'," I said going to the back room.

"You wanna talk about somebody wildin', man Yung yeen been here in 2 days. Mama ain't been here because you know she get a new man every week. You the oldest and you supposed to be here!" Tommie yelled.

"Look Tommie, I'm tryna bake bread to provide fa' da' mf'n family. Stay in a child's place!" I yelled back at her.

She looked at me, and walked away from me.

This the reason why I stay to myself. My mama decided she wanted to be a hoe ever since my pops died. It broke that woman spirit and everything else that comes with her. She leaves every weekend and she's barely here during the week. I'm the oldest, then it's Andre, then you got C-Brazy (A'Kevious), and then it's Alana (Tommie).

I love my siblings to death, but they can be a nerve wreck especially Tommie. Being that Tommie is the only girl, it's kind of hard for me to talk to her about boys, life, and all dat' otha' shit she be on. When I'm not here, Tommie takes it upon herself to always wanna be on my ass about everything. She don't like the fact I'm in the streets again, but we're strugglin' and I'on wanna see my family struggle anymore.

Baking bread is what I know best. I dropped out of school at 16 cause my pops wanted to teach me the game. I'ma beast in the game and it ain't nobody in this world who gone take what's mine. I'll murk any and everybody who crosses me or my family especially about mine.

A nigga can't even lie tho', Monique been on my mind heavy. It's something about her vibe, her style, her personality, and her beauty that get a nigga having butterflies in his stomach.

Knock
Knock

"Bring ya ass," I said waiting for the person to come in.

It was Andre.

"Wassam lil bruh," I said looking at him.

"Keisha outside buggin' bruh. Better get ya bitter ex before I shoot ha' ass," he said shutting the door.

"Fuck," I said looking around the room. I ended up getting up and going to the living room to see Keisha and some other girl with her.

"What the fuck do you want Keisha?" I asked her.

"Yung," Keisha said walking up to me seductively. "You know what I want."

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