Ch.1 ♡ The Party, and The After Party

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Signed, Anonymously Yours

Chapter 1

"It's something poetic about you. The way you talk, you walk, you smile.... I can tell that you're something deeper than what meets the eye, or the ears just like poetry, beautiful poetry. I know that you don't know me, and that I don't know you even though I'd love to, I just hope this letter makes you smile." - Anonymously Yours 


Jonah Amir "Blue"

"Nigga on neighborhood, you crazy, I woulda been fucked." all my homies laughed while we stood outside the party blowin' loud and talking about stupid shit.

I never really liked the idea of parties, crowds is just not my scene. I prefer to be solo unless I'm with my niggas.

"Shut the fuck up nigga. She not a flip, you don't have to fuck on every female you talk to. Why fuck up a good girl for the next nigga?" I sat back smoking my own blunt while I listened to them talk. I don't do that rotation shit, and I ain't never been one for conversing.

"Cuh, that's the gayest shit I heard all night." we all busted out laughing from what he said and from the fact that we just all faded as fuck.

All of a sudden we heard yelling and saw  two people walk out of the crowded house. A girl that looked real upset and a nigga following her but they didn't look like they belonged on this side of town.

He grabbed her arm making her stop walking and turn around, that's when I realized that it was her...and she was crying.

"Get the fuck off of me Q! Go back to that bitch, that's who you wanna be with right?!" she snapped and all that I could do was watch, I've never seen her like this before.

"Shut the fuck up wit that shit blood , you knew I was a dog when you met me." I never get into people personal relationships and shit, but I knew I wasn't the only one who could see this shit wasn't gone end well.

They continued to go back and forth while she was trying to hold back her tears in a desperate attempt not to look weak.

"Lil ma look familiar." somebody said.

"Yea,that's um,fuck I forgot her name,its like-" somebody else said but I cut them off.

"Gray. She go to Crenshaw." as if on cue , a loud slap echoed throughout the air and it was like life was moving in slow motion as she fell to the floor and cupped the side of her face.

I didn't realize when I got up and ran over to her or when my homies started pressing ole boy either but I somehow ended up with her in my arms trying to get her to stop crying.

When she finally calmed down enough to talk she looked up at me.

"You good ma?" she nodded but she was shaking.

"I'm sorry , I have really bad anxiety... and I messed up your shirt." she pulled away and started to try and dry my shirt still shaking.

I grabbed her trembling hands and pulled them down to her sides. She looked up at me with her exotic big brown eyes and I watched as her bottom lip trembled. She looks like a lost child.

"I don't know what to do. I give him everything I have." she looked away and bit her bottom lip looking like she was trying to gather her thoughts.

"He said he loved me..." she trailed off

"In all respect ma, do you really think the nigga would put his hands on you if he loved you." she looked down at the ground playing with her fingers.

"He's all that I have, ya know? I don't have anywhere to go." she looked into my eyes "I'm sorry to come out to you like this." she smiled sadly but it still brightened up her whole face putting me in a daze for a minute.

"You good sweetheart... you too beautiful for the water works though." My voice was low as I wiped the tears from her eyes with my thumbs.

"Gray lets go!!!" she looked like she didn't know what to do and I didn't know what to tell her. I'm not in the position to tell her to leave him, she's too emotionally invested.

"Gray I said lets fuckin go right now blood!" she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you."

"You good, but tell yo nigga if we catch him in the set again he won't make it past slauson." she smiled and then she was gone. I never thought that this would be how I met her.

The fact that he slapped her and she seemed unfazed shocked me. Usually a female would of lost it which made me think that's not the first time he put his hands on her.



Jonah Amir "Blue" - A motherless child. He was raised by his father who has a jaded opinion on life. He was pressured into gangbanging by his verbally abusive father. He has Brown skin, a low fade with waves, and has one deep dimple in his left cheek that's visible whether he's smiling or not. He's quiet and very to himself but has a violent side and suffers from anger issues.



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