Stuck with me.

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                     Thursday: October 11, 2006                       Queens, New York City

Justin Richards

BANG! was all i heard before a thousand cops rushed into my home. I didn't allow myself to react how i wanted to because you know what happen's when its an unarmed black man vs the men in blue. I watched the horror on my kids face as they threw me on the ground and hand cuffed me. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the tears from falling as they read me my rights, I knew this was gonna happen and i also knew i just traumatized my kids.

"Damn, let me speak to my kids" I yelled as they stood me on my feet. Hearing the sound of conversation, mumbles and them tearing up my house, going through my kids things made me even more mad. I didn't know what the future had in store for us, but i didn't want this.

"Ma'am, you can't go in there, I'm not gonna ask you again to stay back" the officer said. Causing me to turn my head, I knew that was my sister and she wasn't gonna back down. They began to go back and forth, but my only priority was my kids.

"I love y'all you hear me. I'm gonna be home as soon as I can. Nia make sure your brother and sister behave and go to school everyday, and Listen to your Aunt Joyce. Messiah you the man of the house now son. Take care of your family. The right way" Watching as Joyce hugged them, broke me into a million pieces, after their mom dipped on them, this was the last thing i wanted to do.

"We love you daddy" Raven spoke.

"We're right behind you J" Joyce spoke as they lead me outside into the police car. I knew this was hard for her, another person repeating the Richards cycle.

Ten Years Later ..

Nia Richards.

Sitting at the bar, somewhere in the city, drained from working. I wasn't sure how I ended up here, as I felt the drinks were mediocre but I just needed to unwind. Work normally had me feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place and I wasn't sure if I needed a change in pace or an entirely different environment.

Feeling overwhelmed I decided to hit the group chat and see which one of my homegirls wanted to spontaneously jump on a flight and fly out for the weekend.

Kam: baby daddy acting crazy again, I have nobody to watch ash. Next time, I'm down fasho.
Karter: we outsideeeeeee 💃🏽
me: copy! I'll hit ya line once I get in the crib.
Kam: fuck y'all 🙄

I couldn't help but laugh at Kam crazy ass, I know my bitch needed a vacation. As much as I love Ashton, having a baby daddy is ghetto as fuck and I don't mind continuing to be the rich auntie.

After finishing about 3 or 4 margaritas, I was feeling a little drunk and was ready to head home. Solidifying my plans with Karter, I was ready to go home shower and pack. But knowing my luck, they'll always be pain with my peace. Watching my phone constantly ring over and over, I finally answered.

"Hello?" I rolled my eyes knowing that if I didn't answer the phone, he wouldn't stop calling.
"Yo, why the fuck do I have you call you a million times before you answer?" I was so over this nigga and his dumb shit.
"How many times do I have to repeat myself?, we're not together anymore. Stop calling me and acting like a crazy person" I let out a breath, wishing I didn't answer.

Kai, is actually Kam and Karter's older brother, I know. Crossing lines and boundaries or whatever. Funny story though, Kai and I met and started dating in college. I met Kam and Karter though a mutual friend, and the rest of the story was very .. unrevealing to say the least.

"I'm sorry, I just miss you bae. Where you at? I'm finna come scoop you. I wanna see you" I couldn't help myself. I was feeling drunk and lusty. My pussy definitely always had a mind of its on when it comes to drinks and Kai.

After texting Kai, my address, it seemed like he flew to my location. Honestly, I didn't mind. I was just honestly ready to fuck.

Were we like magnets? or did I just have daddy issues? It seemed like shit was just Stuck with me.

South Beach, Miami 📍.

            [Lil Durk: Broke Up In Miami]

"Don't talk about them bitches from my past, you know that pussy old.
You can go out of town for a hundred days, I know that pussy closed.
You ain't gon' play, you gon' bring them drugs, make sure that cookie rolled.
Come around my dawgs, ain't trynna kick it or playin' that sister roll"

Durk played in the background as we flew through the traffic. You could feel the wind and the sun wrestling for dominance. Who didn't want to spend 72 in Miami? Relaxing and brunch'n in the day and in vip sections at night.

"You ever think about moving out here?" Kam yelled from the shower. Honestly speaking, maybe? I thought to myself.

"You know, I haven't really thought about it, but who doesn't love the yams?" I chucked as I looked through my suitcase.

"I bet all the rich niggas live out here, I might have to find m—" we was startled by a door knob jiggling. What the fuck?! Kam came out the shower in her bath robe, however I didn't expect her to open the door while I'm in my bra and panties to some random man. I jumped and hid behind the wall.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my hotel room?" His room?

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any of the photos that I will use throughout this story. All of this is for fun! This is allllll fictional!

Y'alllllllllll lol. I've had this chapter in my drafts for almost a year now. When speaking about writing no one ever tells you the downside of being your own biggest critic.

please enjoy :)