"Only 5 more minutes till im off" thought Gazelle, as she rung up her last costumer at "Shells and Scales" seafood restaurant. She hated this time of the month when everyone got their foodstamps, and used them for seafood platter instead of food for their babies. "I can't stand these ghetto girls" she said to her coworker Yasmeen. "Girl me either, coming in her with weaves longer than their goals, using all their stamps on platters".
Gazelle closed her register, took off her apron and hair net and texted her boyfriend Chance to come get her.
Gazelle is 22, mixed with black and white. She has shoulder length light brown naturally curly hair. She's the oldest of 2 children, she has a little sister named Sieanna she's 18 and thinks she a "bad bitch". Unlike most girls her age Gazelle likes to get her own paper, she's super independent and doesn't depend on anyone for anything. Her boyfriend Chance is a hustler he works under the biggest drug lord in Philly. He's caught a few cases and is on his last strike if he messes up again he's getting 15+ years upstate.
Gazelle stood outside by the stores front door, after she locked up the store. Chance pulled up in his new all black BMW, smoking a blunt full of kush with his system bumping one of "Meek Mills" mixtapes.
"Hey bae" he said as she got in the car, he leaned in and gave her a kiss.
"Hey lover" she replied as she put her purse on the floor and started scrolling through her "instagram" news feed.
"How was work, bae? you look stressed" Chance asked
"Irking, long ass lines bitches got they stamps today and was ordering the whole store up." Gazelle said.
Chance laughed and looked up to see blue and red lights in the rearview window.
"fuck" he screamed as he banged his fist on the steering wheel.
"what's wrong?" Gazelle asked
" bae before i picked you up,i went by one of the trap houses to collect some work and cash. The shit is in the trunk, I was gonna to drop it off at the safe house once I dropped you off" Chance said
"Wtf yo, I told you NEVER to let me in your car when you had shit on you. Im not going to jail because of your stupid ass." Gazelle screamed
"Bae im so sorry, but listen I cant do 15 years upstate. Tell the cops its yours and since its your first charge you'll get parole and no jail time. Please bae, im begging you?" Chance said as he pulled over.
"Fuck no" she said as the police officer walked up to the window and asked chance to show his license, registration and insurance.
The officer smelled the weed smoke and began to search the car. When he got to the trunk Chance panicked.
Chance didn't want to tell the cop the drugs were his, Gazelle didn't either. So they were both taken down to the police station. They were put in separate rooms and interrogated.
"Well ,well Mrs. Gazelle look what your lil boyfriend got you mixed up in, just tell me there his drugs and you can go. said the fat detective
"I don't know whos drugs they are, I already told your dumbass that". she responded
"Well you said he picked you up from work, before you two were stopped. So he either had them before you got in the car or he picked them up for you" said the detective
"For the last fucking time I don't know who's they are, dont i get a phone call or something" she screamed
"You know he told us there your drugs, do you know how much time your facing? All because you won't give up your dope dealing boyfriend. I know you don't wanna go back on welfare, do you? You love the money he gives you, so give him up before you ruin your life." the detective said rudely
"First of all you fat fuck, I was never on welfare I work hard for my money every fucking day. You the one in here with that tight ass shirt on and those busted ass penny loafers maybe you need some fucking welfare. Your really waiting my time, go find a real criminal a rapist or murder or a damn terrorist and get the fuck up out my face. Matter of fact get me a lawyer dickhead, im done talking to your ugly ass. She said
"You done fucked up now pretty lady, i was gonna get you a sweet deal. Those dikes are gonna turn you out in prison. I'll go get your little public defender" The detective said leaving the room
Gazelle just stared at the wall wondering if she just made a huge mistake.
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RomanceGazelle was a hard working girl doing everything on her own until this one car ride turned her life upside down. Drugs, lies, prison. Bet it sounds like something you read before i promise this is different.
