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"Wynter come down here let me talk to you real quick" I yelled sitting in the living room
"Hold on. I'm coming!" She yelled back. Moments later coming downstairs. "Wassup, you straight?" She asked sitting Indian style on the couch next to me and I nodded.
"Ye, I'm straight. You good?" I asked and she furrowed.
"Yea, why wouldnt I be?" She itched her bonnet getting on her phone.
"Ion know, yeen been talkin to me for real. I said I was gon' take yo ass on the damn shopping spree" I laughed and she laughed too
"I know, my bad. I'm not even mad at you about that no more. It just ain been shit to talk about for real" She shrugged
"Aight well. I think we getting closer to finding out who on my tail and shit" I said and she smiled
"Really? I can start back going out alone?" She continued cheesing
"Soon. But I gotta tell you what I found out." I said and she put her phone down giving me all her attention
"It's gon' make me mad?" She asked and I shrugged
"I don't know but you jus gotta let me explain everything first aight?" I asked and she nodded
"So it's been a car parked on our street for some time. I made ole girl Guapo brought run the plates" I started and she rolled her eyes, ion know why. "Anyway, the car said it's linked to Jeremias Brook-"
"Justin don't play with me. I really don't have time for none of your stupid ass games" She smacked her teeth, getting ready to go back upstairs.
"I'm not playing Wynter" I said seriously making her turn back around to face me
"Do you heard how stupid you sound? Our dead daddy that WE buried parked on our block?" She asked
"Ian never said it was pops. But somebody impersonating him I think" I sighed
"Justin honestly, all this shit is your fault. Mommy and Daddy did everything to make sure we was straight and ain never lack nothing growing up but that just wasn't enough for your ass. You just wanted to be so down and "gangsta" like your friends" She rolled her eyes
"This whole shit is just dumb. Let daddy rest in peace. I'm not listening to shit else you have to say JD. Fuck up talking to me" She said and I shook my head
"Wynter if Ian do all I did you think you'a be where you at right now? Yo ass love spending a nigga illegal money though, right ?" I asked looking dead at her
"Justin are you serious right now? I worked hard for my own money. I don't need none of your shit" She yelled "Matter fact, fuck you, fuck this house, fuck everything. I'm done" She said letting the tears fall down her eyes before she ran upstairs.
