{Diamond}
~TreVon's Apartment~
||9:34 A.M||
-Tuesday-
Can't have peace and quiet for none. Don't even want peace now just privacy.
"I just wanna talk-"
"Yo get out-
"You got it mixed up" I saw him lock the door and moved his hand off the doorknob leaning on the counter.
"fuck ya want?"
"I messed up, so stop acting funny"
"fuck ya tryna say-
"Diamond"
"Bashar"
He walked towards me looking down at me grabbing my waist then my ass.
"You messing around wit ole dude now?"
"Why does that matter to you?"
"Is you messing around wit him?"
"Again, why does that matter to you?"
He took another step to me backing me up to the wall putting his hand on the wall beside my face.
"Baby you giving away my pussy?" Fuck he smiling for-this is not no smiling situation.
"It ain't yours"
He let out a sign stepping closer to me putting his body on me looking down at the floor. His hands was so rough when he grabbed my waist the second time.
Does he not know that one scream and it's over wit for him?
He traced his finger from my shoulder to my thigh...then I felt his hand touch my ass.
"Can't tell me you don't miss that?"
"...I don't..."
"Dead serious-?"
"Dead ass"
He stopped and put his head on my shoulder taking a deep breath.
Then the door opened making his head pop up again.
"She gone ride dis dick, rollercoaster-.....awww-aye say though can y'all hurry up I gotta take a piss"
"Take yo crack head energy outside"
"Ouuu let dem women see Dillion take a-
"Get yo crack head energy on"
He closed the door back, so that door don't lock.
"That door don't lock?" Bashar asked looking down at me.
"Do yo pants lock?"
He grabbed my waist putting his head back on my shoulder, den he started kissing and licking on my neck. Shit felt so good but it didn't feel right at the same time.
I was still looking down at the floor cold as fuck.
Like I've been standing here for the longest.
He rubbed my leg going to my stomach then lower.
Could feel his fingers messing with my cat...I like it but I don't, my bitch ass just stood there holding my towel.
He lifted my towel up and started fingering me...damnit I couldn't put myself to push back.
A moan accidentally slipping out, I felt him sucking on my neck putting his body closer to mine. My legs was getting weak causing me to collapsed, at least his ass catched me.
When I got my legs back on track I put my hands on his chest trying to push him back letting go of my towel, of course it'd fall.
"Baby....I know you miss dah shit...so gone head and stop freaking playing...Ian gone look...desperate on bending you over and messing up yo legs, but Ian gone look...just accept the fact I'm still claiming you and we gone talk sometime dis week...Ight?" he whispered to my ear.
I stayed quiet covering my breast. He grabbed my towel covering me up lifting my face up biting my lip.
"I know you cold" Lil bitch ass laughed leaving out.
Made sure I locked that door.
~~~
Period.
This job interview ain't got none on me.
I walked out the bathroom heading to the front door getting stopped by Tre.
"Where yo crack head ah going" he said giving me a cup. "Job interview and can't have any"
"Job-you bout to get a job?"
"I can't keep laying around ya know"
"Bettt-wit what car though?"
"...Ian even think about that"
"Yeah-aye pop"
"Hold on-
"Take ha to her interview"
"Nigga hold on-
"Ha interview"
I'm bout to beat dis nigga ass.
I moved him out my way heading out the door getting my arm grabbed. "Get shit right wit him bruh"
"I did we coo"
"No the fuck y'all not"
"Yes we is-
"No we not" Bashar said. Is he for real? "Won't even talk to me" Tre looked at me smacking his lips turning his head in a girly way.
"Ayo I'm gone be late so like"
"Good luck crack head" Tre said hugging me.
I walked out closing the door behind me heading downstairs pulling my phone out.
Next think I knew it got snatched outta my hands.
"Forget ah cab-my caaaarrr" Bashar sung doing a lil dance to his car. "I'm bout to beat yo ass"
He looked at me smiling opening his car door.
"You gone beat my ashes or dis dick?"
"Ashes-? Nigga-
"Who you bout to call to come pick you up? Yeen got yo phone"
Man dis some bull shit.
~~~
-Car-
~~~
Bets believe I sat my ah in the back.
"Mother freaking biscuit ashes nigga"
Wait nigga what?
"The fuck-?"
"Chill out, Ian suppose to be cussing"
"Snitch nigga bitch nigga hoe. Nigga bitch nigga bitch nigga snitch nigga hoe-
He stepped on the brakes making me hit my head.
"Motherfucker" I said fixing my hair.
~~~
We pulled up at my job building as I go to it grabbing my purse. "Come by at 11:20" she said coming
{Bashar}
~Car~
||10:45 A.M||
-Tuesday-
Oh my god-look at that ass.
"Come by at 11:20" she said turning around.
"Yeah yeah-now turn around and keep walking"
She threw me the finger walking off. I pulled out my phone taking a picture of ha.
Just look at that ass, fat as fuck. Still gone say she ain't got no ass, back go straight down.
My phone started ringing as I got on the road.
Rico👹
:RICOOO!
:POPPP!
:where ya been?!
:cuz I was handling some shit had to get dis plot straight fuck ya been on?!
:homie glad you here!
:fasho-say heard tre out fuck dat nigga at?
:he at the crib who you wit?
:mitch
:dang that nigga drive crazy
:I sweaa why y'all let his crazy ah come pick me up?
:we was on a clock homie had things to do
:shiii-me and him heading to the trap you coming?
:we ova at tre crib right nie, party there for a lil bit
:bet bet see ya later cuz
:fasho
I hung up having my phone ring again.
DeonTre😈
:wassham cuz
:wassup pop-aye can you come pick me up?
:where ya at?
:by seven eleven
:why yeen got no ride?
:my bitch ass cab left and I tried calling another one but they not picking up dah phone
:on my way
:bet
I hung up sitting back coming to a red light.
Why she all dressed up for? Who she tryna impress? Tre said some bug I forgot.
Just rubbing my beard looking at the light..that's when a car pulled up beside me on the right.
All black Jeep, look kinda shady to me. Another pulled up on the left.
Both they windows went down at the same time.
Ain't that bout ah bitch-
Gun fires interrupted my thinking. I ducked my head running the red light trying to look at the road.
This is straight up a bitch.
{Diamond}
~Car~
||2:34 P.M||
-Tuesday-
Bashar ain't come and pick me up like I asked him to do so Tre came and got me.
Most definitely ain't getting on my good side by doing dis type of shit.
"Chill out some probably came up" Tre said.
"Mm Ight"
"Why y'all break up? For real, cause he gave you some attention"
"No he didn't, he was always gone"
"True, but he still gave you attention. Even if it was just on dah phone"
"....ion know I want attention in person. Don't wanna get in the way of his career"
"Man you bullshitting"
I started to sing that "If Only" song in my head. Just if only he knew.
~~~
-TreVon's House-
~~~
Damn that shower hit I swear. Still daytime but ain't shit to do.
Yesssir.
I went in the living room seeing Tre count money at the dining room table.
"Gone be me in a few more days" I said moving my hair back. He wrapped some money in a rubber band throwing it at my forehead.
"Ion want yo money lil crack head" I said throwing it back at him.
"Yes the fuck you do"
"Ima start throwing money at you"
We just kept throwing back at each other every time we said some.
"Why you want a job bruh? If you was wit Pop you wouldn't need a job"
"That nigga sold my dog"
"He was drunk he ain't know what he was doing"
"Tre you sound stupid"
"You just now finding that out?"
"What happen between you and Keyara?"
I threw it back at him hard as fuck sitting down on the couch.
"I'm making time for her ya know. Doing shit Ian do back then"
"Some young lovers"
"I tried introducing you to Pop when we was younger but he was gone play yo ah until he found out you was my sister"
"Oh so you was gone let him play me?"
"I just said he found out you was my sister so iI declined it. That's why I told you to stay away from his ah"
"How come I never saw him every time I was hanging wit you?"
"You met the nigga bout 30 times what you talm bout?"
"I sholl don't remember"
"You was that quiet child around new people"
"True true-but bump that I'm ready-
The front door opened, freaking scared me.
"Yo what happened??!"
Bashar face was fucked up. I hoped up heading to the laundry room getting a towel along with some bandages.
"Ahh that...freaking boy...son of a biscuit" he said laughing. He find everything funny-this is a serious situation.
"Sit yo ah down-Diamond hurry up!"
"I ran here homie so they ain't follow me"
I came in with my hands full putting the stuff in the coffee table. "Handle him real quick" Tre said getting up pulling his phone out and headed outside.
I took his shirt off wetting up the towel with some alcohol.
"Aye yo hold on hold on whatcha got alcohol for?!" Bashar said blocking my hand.
"Yo it's gone help-
"Alcohol?"
"Bruh move yo hand"
"Yo that's gone sting-
I moved his hand and put the towel on his wound. His scream scared the fuck outta me. The door caught my attention seeing someone with curly hair come in. He just looked in shocked.
"SON OF A BITCH-!GOT DAMMIT!......WHATTHEFUCK?!"
He started looking at his fingers like he was counting, this niggas crazy bruh he on some.
"GOTDAMNFUCKINGBOTTLE! DIS BITCH ASS-FUCK! AW-SHIT YO IT BURNS!"
I grabbed a water bottle and poured it in his arm putting pressure on the towel.
"AYE HOLD THE FUCK UP-
"Yo I know what I'm doing-!
"HOLD ON HOLD ON!"
"Bashar move ya fucking hand-
"Got damn got damn hot damn got damn got damn"
I grabbed some bandages and wrapped it around the cotton.
"....fuck..."
Bashar leaned his head back covering his face.
{Bashar}
~TreVon's Apartment~
||5:45 P.M||
-Tuesday-
Arm burning like ah bitch. How the fuck I managed to cut my arm?
I leaned back covering my face opening my eyes back up only to see Dillion crack head ah looking down at me smiling.
"What?"
"I win"
"What you talm bout?"
"No cussing, I win"
"JB been-?
I got my head turned getting a cotton ball on the cut on the side of my face.
"Fuck-JB been cussing?"
"That nigga been cussing like crazy cause he couldn't get dis chick number"
"Pimp-fuck-aye whatcha doing?" I asked holding ha hand moving my face.
"Cleaning it motherfucker now move" She popped my hand hard as fuck like damn.
"That nigga was the first one out"
"Can't stop cussing for shit"
"True...so y'all back in it"
I looked at him and smiled, no gay shit though.
"Yeah just got back-yo!"
"Oops" She doing dah shit on purpose.
"Fuck it look like?"
Dillion let out a laugh sitting on the couch.
"Why you ain't with him Tre Jr?"
"Why the fuck would I billy goat?"
"You funny, big homie cleaned his chart if you know what I mean"
"I don't"
"Can ask for his phone and he gone give it to you just like that. He ain't hiding none"
I ain't?
The hell I am.
Diamond put the band aid on my cut and looked at me moving her hair back. I scratched the top of my head looking at Dillion bitch ass.
"Give it to ha homie"
I'm gone beat dis motherfucker up.
I reached in my pocket giving ha my phone.
"See dat nigga ain't got none to hide, fuck got got him sitting at home crying for-?
"Shut yo-
"Homie lonely as fuck. Ain't been dah same since you left"
She looked at ha toes and back up at Dillion then at me tossing me my phone.
Whew...my heart dropped for a second shiii.
"Get back wit my man...dis lonely nigga ain't been looking at hoes the way he look at you"
This nigga gone make me slap his ah but he got a point. I looked at Diamond smiling as she got up heading to the back room.
Then looked at Dillion throwing him the finger.
"Watch homie she gone pull through, yo ah just better not mess up again. Fuck you cheat for?"
"She was denying sex cuz, what you expect? You said you wasn't gone tell"
"Nawl homie JB said that...or did I?"
Man I swear ion know how his mama put up wit his stupid ah.