"Stop fucking playing with me. Niggas up in here starin at you like you ain't my lady but.." "Yo lady? Im not yo lady. Remember we ain't together. So whyyyy is you tripping?" I slurred. Nigga must be bipolar, slipped and bumped his head, or something. How I see you with a thottie & don't trip, but you see me in the club dancing and you mad? Blood didn't reply he just hit the locks on his car shoved me in & pulled off."Did I say I was going with you?" He just gave me one of them shut the fuck up looks and kept driving. We was driving so long I doze off. I woke up to him lifting me up & carrying me into his condo. He laid me down on his bed and said "Baby girl we need to talk cuz you fucking with other niggas ain't gone work for me." "so what you saying ," I asked. "In the famous words of pac i don't wanna be ya man I wanna be ya nigga" he replied back . We looke at eachother and shared a laugh.

Naiya couldn't do this anymore. Last night was her breaking point. If she had to stay here another night, she would probably slit her wrists just so she wouldn't have to endure them any longer. But could she really get away? She had to do something, anything, to get away. No money, barely any suitable clothes, and no one to turn to for help. Well, there is Alphonse Wyatt... "...I can take you away from here. I came here with a proposition for you Naiya. I can take you away from here, you'll live with me and never have to come back here again." "Really?" He nodded. "I...I don't know what to say." "You can say yes...but I do have something that I need you to do." She shook her head, "Anything. Mr. Wyatt I will do anything you need me to do. If you need me to get a job, anything-" He smiled at her, "Not necessarily. I want to hire you for something..."