Damnitt this machine was slow as fuck
"You need help with those" he asked, staring down at the bags, his voice was a husky drawl
I shook my head "no thanks"
The number finally hit three and the doors opened, i lifted my bags and walked out.
"Thanks for the offer" i said to him and watched him wave goodbye.
I walked towards my appartment door, until i could hear sounds coming from the Tv
"Oh oh john.. ah" i heard the TV moan.
It was fucking sasha!! I stabbed my key in the lock and quickly opened the door
I widened my eyes in disgust as i realised Sasha was watching porn on my tv.
"SASHA!" i yelled throwing an orange at her head
and instantly the sound stopped.
"Oops sorry" i heard her yell back.
Lord, if that TV could talk i think it would of comitted suicide by now... and sometimes i really wondered what was going through that girls mind.
"Nobody bother you when you watch your hentai" she shrugged as she made an appearence infront of me
"Sasha, hentai and real life porn are two different things" i snapped back rolling my eyes putting my food in the cabin.
"And how did you even get here anyway?" I asked her
"You gave me your spare key dumbass" she answered
"Well i want it back, go watch porn in your own house" i sighed
"Girl you know i cant do that, my mama walked in on me masturbating three times, and now shes gon' think i have a sex problem"
"You do !! And ew, you better not be sticking those nasty fingers in your cat while your around me" i sighed
"Yeah, yeah.. what did you get?" She asked
"The convinience store only had one last pregnancy test left.. its kinda cheap but try it" i said shaking my head
"I really dont think im pregnant, all i said was... my down there was soar" she whispered pointing at her private area
"And what about the vomitting last night?" I scoffed
"Funky pasta i ate" she shrugged
"Well if your not pregnant then check for STD's, you know them niggas you being dicked down by don't be getting themselves checked" i warned her
"Yeah your right" she muttered "this can go in the bin" she continued throwing the pregnancy test in the bin.
I took a deep breath in, at this rate we would never make it out the hood.
I was Born and raised in the futile ghetto of harlem without a father figure present to shape me, He was a victim to the streets and in just a heart beat they killed him.
A mother who was absent for no reason, but i was never like most girls, i was attracted to fighting and hussling!
my story is blood wrecking, in just one party! My life became a hectic afiliation with gangs, perilious journeys, whatever it was! There wasnt a day in my life were i wasnt in Danger with him by my side.
