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voice.
“What’s wrong? Where everybody?” Tori questioned.
“The girls went out somewhere. I just came back from DC about an hour ago,” Simya explained. Tori and Kareema walked towards her to give her company. I went upstairs to my room.
“Vicious, are you going to sleep?” Kareema asked. I nodded my head yes.
“Alright, talk to you later,” Kareema said.
“Okay,” I told her and continued to walk upstairs.
I stretched out across the bed. Too much was on my mind to go to sleep. I see I need to trend lightly because I could be dead by the end of the day. C-Roc is Kassidy’s boyfriend. So why didn’t he tell me? It would be very trifling for me to keep seeing Roc. But Kassidy and I are not friends. So there would be no betrayal except we work together. I mean I think we do. I thought about what my mother would do. No questions asked, she would continue to sleep with Roc if she was in my shoes. She doesn’t care. I can’t be this weak little girl anymore. I have to start showing some strength. Yeah, I beat the girl up. But it doesn’t seem like that would be enough. I have to be a bad girl or they would probably get rid of me like they did Constance and I see they are real loose with guns. They’ll shoot just about anybody. I have to be like my mother or I’m going to die. I have to show that I am fierce. Okay, I am a teenager but I can get down just like they do. Is that why God never saved me from my mother? Is it because he wanted to show me what I would have to do to survive? I don’t know. But what would my mother do? Call Roc. I decided to call Roc. As I was changing clothes, I dialed his number.
“Hello,” He greeted me with a sleepy voice.
“Hey,” I replied.
“What’s up, boo? I didn’t think you were going to call me. What’s good with you?” he asked. Boo? Stop playing you know I am not your boo. But I am going to have to play the field to survive. Isn’t that what you call Kassidy? That’s what I felt like saying.
“Nothing, I just got in the house,” I told him.
“Alright, what you doing later?” he asked.
“Trying to see you,” I flirted.
“Oh alright, bet. I’m going to hit you back after I get things situated,” He stated and I agreed.
Vicious, what are you doing? I asked myself. Trying to survive I told myself.
Chapter 8
Ceyanna
Tori and Kareema came with me to see my cousin Nelly for support and I accepted the gesture. I tried to teach Nelly about the streets and how it’s not good for her. Well, I tried to. But Nelly doesn’t listen. My words go in one ear and out the other ear. She is constantly doing things with people she thinks she can trust. I told her, you cannot trust everybody. You are loyal to everybody but that doesn’t mean everybody will be loyal to you. The street does not work like that. It’s probably the same percentage you can trust, but that number decreases after true colors are shown. Don’t let me get started with her and these niggahs. It’s a rotation with her. I told her, if you are going to have sex, at least protect yourself. What did she do? She got pregnant repeatedly , like that shit is cute. I told her keep it up and she is going to catch a disease she would not be able to get rid of. She is seventeen and has been wild since she was young. I mean we grew up with our struggles in our childhood so trying to live and survive by any means is not strange to us. Having only one parent who barely even pays attention to you because they’re too busy trying to get high is not strange to us. Having your other parent in solitude is not strange to us. Having to wear the same sneakers for about six months to a year is not strange to us. Not being able to have what other people had when we were young is not strange to us. Having to pretty much fight to prove we are not punks was a main factor.
You know how some
“What’s wrong? Where everybody?” Tori questioned.
“The girls went out somewhere. I just came back from DC about an hour ago,” Simya explained. Tori and Kareema walked towards her to give her company. I went upstairs to my room.
“Vicious, are you going to sleep?” Kareema asked. I nodded my head yes.
“Alright, talk to you later,” Kareema said.
“Okay,” I told her and continued to walk upstairs.
I stretched out across the bed. Too much was on my mind to go to sleep. I see I need to trend lightly because I could be dead by the end of the day. C-Roc is Kassidy’s boyfriend. So why didn’t he tell me? It would be very trifling for me to keep seeing Roc. But Kassidy and I are not friends. So there would be no betrayal except we work together. I mean I think we do. I thought about what my mother would do. No questions asked, she would continue to sleep with Roc if she was in my shoes. She doesn’t care. I can’t be this weak little girl anymore. I have to start showing some strength. Yeah, I beat the girl up. But it doesn’t seem like that would be enough. I have to be a bad girl or they would probably get rid of me like they did Constance and I see they are real loose with guns. They’ll shoot just about anybody. I have to be like my mother or I’m going to die. I have to show that I am fierce. Okay, I am a teenager but I can get down just like they do. Is that why God never saved me from my mother? Is it because he wanted to show me what I would have to do to survive? I don’t know. But what would my mother do? Call Roc. I decided to call Roc. As I was changing clothes, I dialed his number.
“Hello,” He greeted me with a sleepy voice.
“Hey,” I replied.
“What’s up, boo? I didn’t think you were going to call me. What’s good with you?” he asked. Boo? Stop playing you know I am not your boo. But I am going to have to play the field to survive. Isn’t that what you call Kassidy? That’s what I felt like saying.
“Nothing, I just got in the house,” I told him.
“Alright, what you doing later?” he asked.
“Trying to see you,” I flirted.
“Oh alright, bet. I’m going to hit you back after I get things situated,” He stated and I agreed.
Vicious, what are you doing? I asked myself. Trying to survive I told myself.
Chapter 8
Ceyanna
Tori and Kareema came with me to see my cousin Nelly for support and I accepted the gesture. I tried to teach Nelly about the streets and how it’s not good for her. Well, I tried to. But Nelly doesn’t listen. My words go in one ear and out the other ear. She is constantly doing things with people she thinks she can trust. I told her, you cannot trust everybody. You are loyal to everybody but that doesn’t mean everybody will be loyal to you. The street does not work like that. It’s probably the same percentage you can trust, but that number decreases after true colors are shown. Don’t let me get started with her and these niggahs. It’s a rotation with her. I told her, if you are going to have sex, at least protect yourself. What did she do? She got pregnant repeatedly , like that shit is cute. I told her keep it up and she is going to catch a disease she would not be able to get rid of. She is seventeen and has been wild since she was young. I mean we grew up with our struggles in our childhood so trying to live and survive by any means is not strange to us. Having only one parent who barely even pays attention to you because they’re too busy trying to get high is not strange to us. Having your other parent in solitude is not strange to us. Having to wear the same sneakers for about six months to a year is not strange to us. Not being able to have what other people had when we were young is not strange to us. Having to pretty much fight to prove we are not punks was a main factor.
You know how some
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