Reyna
My dad didn't rape me, he said he wants my daughter because she's pure. I swear to god, he won't see the light of day, if I get outta here. I am gonna blow his shit up, on boss. As I sat watching the boring ass tapes, I watch is Evelyn walks in with King on her heels. Wait, hold up, pause, King is here?! I know this nigga isn't with the bitch that kidnapped me. He seems off though, he doesn't look like he's enjoying himself. Trust me, I know my man, and he don't look one bit happy. In fact, every time she laughs he looks a little more irritated. Then this disrespectful trick, goes over to a drawer and pushes a button. I can hear their voices coming from the camera now. Their conversation is stale. "so King, do you like the place?" Evelyn's evil she-devil, ass asks. "Yeah that's cool, do you cook doe?" he asks truly uninterested. "Well, as a matter of fact I do, beef or chicken?" she asks chipper as Hell. "Umm how about chicken..." King trails off. "Alright chicken ramen noodles is! This dinner is going to be great!" she replies. I was cracking the fuck up, Kings face fell and his jaw was wide open. "KINGGG, I know I'm pretty but you don't have to stare" she said complimenting herself. "Trick, I ain't staring at you cause you pretty, I'm staring at you cause you are a hot mess, only cooking ramen noodles ghetto trick. You better not burn my noodles either!" he snapped on her. My ribs hurt from laughing so hard, well maybe it was because my dad kicked me in the ribs after he molested me. As I watched the cameras, King was snooping around the house, I was really proud; I knew he was playing her. He found a camera, he starts waving to it. I noticed on his forehead a red dot, meaning that the camera probably had a red stand-by dot on it, showing that it worked. I had to think of something. I decided to use Morse code this is my last option.
*Morse code*
H-E-L-P
I-T
I-S
R-E-Y-N-A
*Morse code over*
He look at the camera in shock. A glint of determination went through his eyes and facial expression. I guess I got a ride-or-die on my side now. "King baby, the dinner is ready!" Evelyn trifling ass yells. "Oh ard shawty" he say back. They sit down and Evelyn stares at King like a present on Christmas, and he stares right back at her with hate, while she stares with the lust. I shook my head and laughed at her stupidity and blindness. Why would you be obsessed with a nigga who don't want you? Thot's will be thot's, different day, same loose pussy. "Fuck you staring at bitch?" King yells rudely. "Well damn King I ain't do nothing to you!" she yells right back. See, King doesn't like being stared at by people he doesn't like. In fact he hates it so much that he just might swing on you. In this case he's about to beat a hoe down. I really don't blame him either. They continue bickering until she says something that makes King fully snap
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King
This trick was getting on my very last nerve with all the staring and questions and ratchetness, like damn can a nigga get a break?! I took a lot of shit, but this is one that I will not sit through, I mean she's basically the THIRSTY-EST person I ever met, so thirsty that she makes the Sahara look like a rainforest. who really calls themselves a cook, while they trying to make me some ramen noodles and they OVER COOK the noodles?! Then she got the nerve to ask how they taste, THEN stare at me while waiting for answer. These noodles taste like ass, on a hot Sunday in church. These noodles taste like, Jesus is mad at me and is looking for a laugh. They taste so bad almost caught the Holy Ghost. Shaking my head. As I continue to call her every curse word that I know, she says the most shocking thing I think I've ever heard come from a spiteful female. "Oh so ,I'm a bitch, I'm a trick, I'm a hoe? Yet, you was cryin over your baby mama, thats why yo ass got AIDS, and your dirty ass kids. Oh an to add insult to injury I swabbed them little motherfuckers, they not even yours! Just face it, you and I both know Reyna Santiago was a
bold-faced HOE, that bitch was probably ITCHING and SCRATCHING from the entire crew-" she continued ranting lies, but I tuned her out as my hands somehow found a grasp around her throat, and I pinned her to the wall. "You wanna say lies? WELL, I got some truth for your overuse of dick having ass. REYNA SANTIAGO IS NOT DEAD. Matter of fact, she's in here I know it, now where is she!" I yelled pulling out my gun, pulling down the hammer and putting my finger on the trigger. I placed to her head "Either way, It's over for you baby girl, but if you don't tell me, you get tortured, if you do I just might kill you quickly. Your choice doll." I whispered coldly into her ear. She shivered under my grasp. "She's- , She's,"
*Boom Boom Boom!!*
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Kennedy
As I walk through the hospital, I reach the front desk, "Nurse Johnson please" I say reciting the name from the phone. "She'll be right with you, in one moment." the receptionist said nicely. I nodded and took out my phone, I had a plane to catch in an hour, they said my nigga had finally woken up, and that he didn't have anyone to call. I wasn't shocked, especially considering that everyone seems to go ghost when you need something. But I guess that's just niggas. "Kennedy..." an angelic voice called out. I walk towards this bomb ass girl, she looked hot and ready like a little Caesar's pizza, yesss a nigga compare bitches to food. "And what is your name?" I asked acting smooth as hell. "Christina..." she said shyly. I kept trying to run game on her, but it wasn't working; she pushed me out the way, into the room. Damn, a nigga feel some type of way. "Ayooo Chance with da lay!" I yelled screaming his childhood nickname, since he always had some fresh gear. "stop yelling nigga damn, I ain't deaf!" he said back. "Yo, it's been a while yo, all my niggas bailed on me. And ole' girl I had watching my kid went MIA... but I think she had twins or some shit, I had a dream I told her to name her kids 'Raven and Kairo' , then I had a dream I told that to some nigga.." he trailed off, I forgot he didn't know. "Bruh, those people are my sister and my brother-in-law! King said she had a dream someone told him to name his kids that!" I semi-yelled at him in amazement. He stands there and looks at me with hurt. "well where is she?" he asks. "She's in the hospital right now, umm I have a plane to get on, have to go find answers to why-" I started but was cut off. "So, you're telling ME that our sister is in the hospital, AFTER she just had two babies and you're going to go catch a plane and fly somewhere, and did you at least talk to her after she had her babies?!" He yelled in my face. I was stuck. "Wait, wait, wait, did you say OUR? Nigga you ain't blood!" I yelled tryna change the subject. "So I'm not blood? While yall niggas were gone and left your sister defenseless, I was her family. I was the only person that was there for her, I call her my sister and she calls me her brother, I was her protector while you guys were gone. And I'm pretty sure... I mean DAMN sure that she trusts me 10 times more than all yall!" He yelled back in my face, I knew I was wrong. I couldn't admit that I had missed out on so many brother/sister experiences with her and that she had basically replaced me. But Chance opened my eyes to something, I can't keep abandoning my family, because at the end of the day, I got enough money to live like a king for, forever! "Chance let's go" I say calmly. "Nigga, who you tryna bitch?! You don't tell me to go like one of these lil hoes you got running round here, I'm a thug, we don't get bossed around. Now Kennedy let's go, I got shit to do!" he screeched back at me, I was cracking the fuck up at his rant. We got in the car and smoked a fat ass blunt, then went and picked up Caiden from his grandmother's. She was catching the Holy Ghost from seeing Chance. She didn't want him to leave. Caiden was giggling and hugging his dad, not letting go. I looked at their family and got a tad jealous, but remembered that I was in my position only from my multiple poor choices as a person, but hey, nobody's perfect.
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Angelica
I just got off the phone with my best friend Chris she said she had moved back to Philadelphia too and got a new job just like me. I was ecstatic at least I wasn't in the big city alone. and just like me Chris had led a troublesome childhood and adolescence. She was 18 turning 19 and living the life, she graduated school when she was 14, being that she started school two years early and went to school in Britain, when she moved to the Virgin Islands, she got skipped two grades because their work was so easy. Then she moved to New York and was basically a book worm, then her parents died and she needed money... fast money. And I'm going to leave it at that. So I walked into the restaurant to see an angry Rell sitting at the table, "Well hello stranger" I say in a cheery voice, these pregnancy hormones are making me bipolar, Lord help me. "That baby ain't mine" he said with a sigh. "Oh contraire but it is, did you go to Dontrell Chamber's party 8 weeks ago?" I ask, he nods and brushes his waves. I pull out my papers and start to leaf through, I pull out my sonogram that says when the baby was made and my projected due date. "Well how, I know, you ain't some round the way hoe?" he asks with disbelief. "Baby boy, guess what? I was a Virgin, I got so high and drunk I didn't know what I was doing. Sadly, I made my bed, now I have to lie in it." I said shedding a tear, I am too young to be doing this. I'm to young to be a mother. "we don't have to be together, you don't have to be in it's life. I just wanted you to know you had a child on the way." I said putting it as blunt as possible. See, niggas round here, deny there child on everything, ultimately not giving a fuck about seeing there child cry as they ask about 'who they daddy is' , they don't give a fuck that you down and out, they tryna nut and go. These baby mama's stay on they ex-nigga top and only get themselves hurt. The irony of it all, is that, I grew up that way, and I will not, cannot, do that to MY child. I didn't realize I was balling in tears out in public, I stormed out and basically melted in my car I didn't stop until there was knock on the window.
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Rell
I feel bad, I took a girl's virginity and got her pregnant on her first time. Now I feel bad for denying it. She went out crying and caused a scene, so me being me I went out and checked to see if she was okay. she rolled down her window. "So um you're probably don't have anyone right now, you're probably living in the projects, but umm If you're looking for some money, I can give it to you if now." I say to her in all seriousness, her jaw dropped "and I know that you may have to give back this rental soon, so why don't I just buy you a car so you won't have to go back to public transportation" I continued on. As I tapped on the Audi she was in. She got out the car, and I'm thinking she was going to give me a hug, she slapped the dog shit out of me. "DON'T you ever, EVER, classify me as someone who would live in public housing and RENT and Audi. Yeah I haven't had the best but I'm pretty sure you haven't either, I work for everything I have, I'm an independent woman. I live in upscale apartments in Center City and the Audi is fully paid for. Tah Tah nigga!" she said flipping her hair and getting in her car. Then the car screeched and she came to a halt, she put the car in reverse and threw out a packet. In it was: Pay stubs for $900 a week, A brochure for Park Town Apartments (real place in Philadelphia, they are the BEST) , her business card, AND a sonogram of the baby, plus a note that read: If you REALLY think the baby isn't yours, then we can get a Utero Paternity Test, whenever you want, because I am 8 weeks and ongoing. It's basically a paternity test that can be done while I'm pregnant.
I stood there shocked this woman, is the definition of independent, and I just so happened to knock her up. What are the chances?! All I know is, something in my gut is telling me that I did take her, raw. I just can't remember, but I got so high, I dont know what I was thinking... Wish me luck guys?
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