Payton Miller's life take an unexpected turn for the worst. What will she do, and how far is she willing to go to take care of herself? Drastic times calls for drastic measures, right🤔🐍💚🔫?
" Bitch, ion know you hoe! Get off my shit!" I heard Shiesty yelling from the living room as I was in my room.
" Who you talking to?" I yelled as I came down the hallway.
" I'm on live!" Hey yelled back not knowing I was now in the same room as him.
" Oop, let me know get in the camera with the way I'm looking right now. Can you pass me my wig please?" I asked Shiesty.
" Yo wig?" He asked as he looked around.
" Yeah, it's right there beside you."
He put the blunt in his mouth as he grabbed my wig. Instead of handing it to me like a normal person would. He placed it on his head, and started back smoking.
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" Stop playing, and give me my wig." I whined.
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He ignored me as he pulled from the blunt," This how you hit a nigga block."
" Yo ass play so damn much. Come on I gotta go somewhere, and you steady playing." I laughed.
" Nope, yeen going nowhere without me. So where we going?" Shiesty asked causing me to scrunch my face up.
" You a lie! Cause WE ain't going no damn where."
" And you another one! Cause every since yo lil ass got that damn car you just been acting grown." He said he began choking on the smoke.
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