Ecstasy- Rapper imagines

The Chase- Tayk-47

You've always had fun running from niggas. They always chased you. They always begged. They've always obsessed. They've never got you. Cuz you're just that girl, and nobody deserved that girl.

The chase was fun until you met Taymor, a nigga that didn't give up, or give a fuck that you weren't interested. Even though you were more than interested. This nigga would pull you out of class just to cuss you out cuz you ain't call him. Nigga really came to school to see you. Snuck into your house when you weren't home and slept in your bed, and when you returned, he held a gun to your head and forced you to sleep next to him. So yeah. The chase isn't fun anymore. Because your life depends on it. One wrong move. One wrong word. And Taymor doesn't hesitate to pull out his strap, and use it, even on you.

You finally got a break today, from Tay. At least you thought you did. His ass got arrested yesterday and there's no way with all those damn charges this nigga is getting out of jail, at least for today. So you're blasting Kehlani in your room, celebrating the fact that you've been set free from captivity, that you finally get some 'you time'. Even tho it hurts you that Tay is locked up, although he placed himself in that position.

"Cuz I already got a good thing with me," you sing as you change from a hoodie to a crop top. You really start feeling yourself, twerking in the mirror every time you passed by one. Normally, Tay is always with you, making you feel uncomfortable. Or you're with him while he's selling, or with his homegirls while he hits licks. You never really get freedom. Y'all aren't even together, and Tay doesn't force you to kiss him or ya know, have sex. He just forces you to be with him. And as fun as it sounds and sometimes is, taking care of a mislead high school drop out, robber, drug dealer and rumored killer is hard, even as a friend.

"I've always been told, someday I'll find somebody who changes my mind. If they come along I won't think twice," You sing and get ready for the drop of the beat. But it never comes. You turn around to see Tay on my bed, covered in bruises and cuts. Your eyes go wide and you run to his side. "O my gosh, Tay. What happened?"

"Like you give a fuck," Tay says, leaning back. "Ova here dancing while I get my ass beat by the police."

"Tay," you say, cupping his face. "Lemme get you cleaned up."

"Nah, you good," Tay says, standing up, pushing your hands away from him. "Imma go find somebody else who gives a damn. You know, I came here to make sure you were okay. To make sure my baby girl was safe. To wipe your tears. But nahh, lil mama dancing to some music talking about being single."

"Tay, I do give a damn," you say, holding his arm. He looks down at you, into your eyes.

"You ain't never came by to check on me wit da crew. I wanted to see you and when I asked about you they said you ain't care."

Your eyes went wide from the lies you were hearing. You waited outside the police office the moment you heard he got arrested and demanded to see him. Cuz you knew what Tay did, and thought it might be your last time seeing him. You got exhausted because they refused to let you see him and asked the crew to let you know when you could come visit.

Yes, you enjoy being free from Tay. But what girl doesn't enjoy freedom from her "boyfriend" every once and a while? Especially one that doesn't give you a break otherwise.

"Now you know damn well that's a fucking lie Tay," you slightly raise your voice. You may be dumb enough to fall for a gangbanger but not dumb enough to yell at one. "I was the first one at the station. I beat your mom there."

"I ain't see you."

"They wouldn't let me in without an adult, Tay. You know all they tryna do is get you mad at me, so you get rid of me. They hate me and you know this Tay."

He looks at you in your eyes again, making sure he sees every part of your soul, checking for lies. He finds none. Because it's true. "Them motherfuckas."

"Now can I clean you up?" He nods his head and you grab the first aid kit you've had to use plenty of times. You grab the Alcohol pads first. He grips your wrist as you dab them on his face.

"This shit stings, ma."

"I know, Tay."

"You know, for a girl that don't want to be with me, you always here when I need you," he says, wrapping other arm around your waist.

"Who said I didn't wanna be with you," you say, with a small smirk.

"You wanna be wit a nigga," he asks with a big smile on his face.

"Yes Tay, I know your legs hurt from all that chasing you were doing." You both laugh.

"Sure do," he says. "Lemme get some lips then."

You lean down and kiss his lips, forgetting about the scar there. Tay winces and you pull back, apologizing. He shakes his head and pulls you down for another kiss.

"I may never beat the case but shit, I got the girl."