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*one month later *
This past month been hell.
Melody still missing no progress on my pops still in the hospital. Shit just bad
"Aye lil nigga" my pops said
"Mmcht why you ain't dead" I said and he laughed.
"Unhook me I'm leavin" he slurred a little
"Like hell you is"
"Aye it might be the drugs talkin but you a good son and I'm sorry for forcing you to marry." He said slurring.
"Yea you high" I said and he fell asleep again.
"Nigga you had that detective killed" Sincere said bussing in the room
"He dead? I'm smarter than that my court date around the corner I can't fuck up now" I said
"Fuck shit bitch hoe thot-"
"You still be doin that shit" I said
"What?"
"Sayin every cuss word invented when you don't know what to say when yo ass feel like shit hit the fan" I said
"Nigga yo bitch ass don't know shit" he said
"Ight Sincere. That's why they almost named yo was Samara cause they thought you was a girl. Yo ass been a bitch since birth" I laughed
"Nigga yo name was Salem I'd take Samara over that shit any day fuck you mean" he said
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"Estás bien nena" my dad asked (You ok baby girl)
"Estoy bien papá" I said (I'm fine dad)
"What's wrong? You was so happy to go to New York you loved school so whats the problem?" He said in English
"I'm just not feelin it no more everything changed in the blink of an eye"
"Melody go back to New York nothing left for you here. I want you to do what me and your madre never got to do. Follow yo dreams don't let nothing stop you" he said
