Sky's house, if I'm having company, my entire house has to be clear.
A strange feeling comes over me when I see him, and I'm kinda jealous at the scene. Just yesterday he was blowin' my phone up and now he is eatin' pancakes and bacon at her kitchen table.
"Hey, Jay," I speak as I walk toward Sky's room. He doesn't say anything to me, just nods.
"Parade, go in the room and I'll be there in a sec," she says irritated, probably because I acknowledged her man.
On the sneak tip, I look through her hamper to find the white pants. I see them and my heart sinks. Almost the entire front is covered in dried blood. I grab the pants and stuff them in my backpack before she comes into the room. I don't know why I did it. I just did. She spends thirty minutes with Jay before I hear the front door close.
She walks in the room, shaken up and real nervous.
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"You hear anything yet?" she asks, closing the door as if we are not alone. "They know it was me?" she questions, sitting on the end of her bed.
"Calm down, Sky," I say, trying to relax her. She has me on edge, and I haven't even heard anything.
"No. I came by to see if you heard something," I continue as I get up and sit on the chair across from Sky so I can look in her face.
"Nothin', Parade. I'm so fuckin' scared I don't know what to do. Jay came over here last night but I didn't want to even see him."
"Oh, I didn't know he came over," I say, trying to prevent the jealousy from consuming me.
"Yes, but I didn't tell him nothin.' I just hope she's okay. I ain't mean to hurt her, Parade, but she jumped in my face. You know I don't play that shit."
"Well, what exactly happened?" I ask, feeling relieved that I will finally get the full story.
Sky takes a deep breath, and tears roll down her face. It's the first time I have ever seen her cry.
"She walks up to me and says, 'I know I know you from somewhere,' when I was outside hittin' the last of the bob we had in the car."
"Where was Jewel?" I ask, attempting to bring light to the fact that the bitch left her alone.
"She was talking to Silver somewhere."
"Oh," I say as I shake my head. "I don't see why she would leave you by yourself. That's stupid."
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anyway, she comes up to me and starts talking shit. I started to come get y'all, but I ain't want her thinkin' I couldn't hold my own. We exchanged a few words and out of nowhere, she stole me. And when she did, she knocked me up against Donna's father's toolbox. My back still hurts now," she says as she stands up so I can see the black and blue marks on her back.
She sits down and says, "So once I was down, she started hitting me again with some long iron thing she found in the backyard. I still don't know where she got it from, Parade. I was yelling for her to stop, hoping somebody would come outside. But nobody could hear shit in the house over the music. And if you looked outside from the sliding glass door, it was too dark to see because there was barely any light. So, I had to defend myself, Parade. I fuckin' had to.
"I went in my purse and pulled out my knife and stabbed her in the stomach. I ain't want to go too deep, just deep enough for her to stop hitting me with that iron thing, but she fell down and started crying for help. I just got the hell out of there, and that's when you came outside and saw me. How did you know I was there?"
"I didn't," I answer as I take a deep breath to absorb her explanation. "I always look for you when we go somewhere. I know somebody's always fucking with you, and I wanted to have your back."
"Thanks, Parade. But you know who she was, right?"
"No ... who was she?" I ask real nervously.
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"It was the girl you fought at the mall. She was mad at the way you stomped her out that day, and
A strange feeling comes over me when I see him, and I'm kinda jealous at the scene. Just yesterday he was blowin' my phone up and now he is eatin' pancakes and bacon at her kitchen table.
"Hey, Jay," I speak as I walk toward Sky's room. He doesn't say anything to me, just nods.
"Parade, go in the room and I'll be there in a sec," she says irritated, probably because I acknowledged her man.
On the sneak tip, I look through her hamper to find the white pants. I see them and my heart sinks. Almost the entire front is covered in dried blood. I grab the pants and stuff them in my backpack before she comes into the room. I don't know why I did it. I just did. She spends thirty minutes with Jay before I hear the front door close.
She walks in the room, shaken up and real nervous.
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"You hear anything yet?" she asks, closing the door as if we are not alone. "They know it was me?" she questions, sitting on the end of her bed.
"Calm down, Sky," I say, trying to relax her. She has me on edge, and I haven't even heard anything.
"No. I came by to see if you heard something," I continue as I get up and sit on the chair across from Sky so I can look in her face.
"Nothin', Parade. I'm so fuckin' scared I don't know what to do. Jay came over here last night but I didn't want to even see him."
"Oh, I didn't know he came over," I say, trying to prevent the jealousy from consuming me.
"Yes, but I didn't tell him nothin.' I just hope she's okay. I ain't mean to hurt her, Parade, but she jumped in my face. You know I don't play that shit."
"Well, what exactly happened?" I ask, feeling relieved that I will finally get the full story.
Sky takes a deep breath, and tears roll down her face. It's the first time I have ever seen her cry.
"She walks up to me and says, 'I know I know you from somewhere,' when I was outside hittin' the last of the bob we had in the car."
"Where was Jewel?" I ask, attempting to bring light to the fact that the bitch left her alone.
"She was talking to Silver somewhere."
"Oh," I say as I shake my head. "I don't see why she would leave you by yourself. That's stupid."
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anyway, she comes up to me and starts talking shit. I started to come get y'all, but I ain't want her thinkin' I couldn't hold my own. We exchanged a few words and out of nowhere, she stole me. And when she did, she knocked me up against Donna's father's toolbox. My back still hurts now," she says as she stands up so I can see the black and blue marks on her back.
She sits down and says, "So once I was down, she started hitting me again with some long iron thing she found in the backyard. I still don't know where she got it from, Parade. I was yelling for her to stop, hoping somebody would come outside. But nobody could hear shit in the house over the music. And if you looked outside from the sliding glass door, it was too dark to see because there was barely any light. So, I had to defend myself, Parade. I fuckin' had to.
"I went in my purse and pulled out my knife and stabbed her in the stomach. I ain't want to go too deep, just deep enough for her to stop hitting me with that iron thing, but she fell down and started crying for help. I just got the hell out of there, and that's when you came outside and saw me. How did you know I was there?"
"I didn't," I answer as I take a deep breath to absorb her explanation. "I always look for you when we go somewhere. I know somebody's always fucking with you, and I wanted to have your back."
"Thanks, Parade. But you know who she was, right?"
"No ... who was she?" I ask real nervously.
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"It was the girl you fought at the mall. She was mad at the way you stomped her out that day, and
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