𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀 | dd osama

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india

"aw hell nah! what the fuck y'all lil niggas in here doin" roscoe yelled standing in the doorway which i guess ddot heard because he came into the room too. "oh shit!" he laughed.

"if y'all were gonna do something you should've at least locked the door" roscoe continued laughing with ddot.

"y'all nasty" ddot said leaving out the room behind roscoe. dd got up locking the door behind them before coming back over to the bed.

he put both of his arms on each side of my legs standing over me "so," he kissed my forehead then, my nose then my lips. "we back cool bm?"  "you gotta make it up to me" i said looking up at him with a smile.

"say no more, lay back"

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the next day

i woke up to the sound of pounding on the door. it took me a little minute to remember where i was, but when i did, i tried to sit up but dd's arm was wrapped around my stomach so tight that i couldn't.

"david," i tapped his arm "david" i slapped his arm this time which woke him up. "what?" he mumbled."somebody knocking on the door." he let me go and i got up to see who who it was.

it was daya "girl guess what- where yo clothes at" she asked looking at me with only a shirt on (which belonged to dd).

"it's over there" i said pointing to the clothes on the floor.

"girl did y'all-" "no." i cut her off because i already knew what she was getting at. but to be clear, i only had on dd's shirt because it covered my body all the way to my thighs compared to my palm angles shirt that stopped right below my waist. i couldn't sleep comfortable in jean shorts so i took those off too.

"well anyways, me, liyah, and kay kicked everybody out already so you need to hurry up and put your clothes back on so we can be up outta here. "

we rented out a bnb and i completely forgot i scheduled us to be out before 2. "what time is it" she showed me her phone that said '1:47 pm'.

fuck!

"aye india, yo moms calling" dd said holding up my phone. i walked over to him and answered, "hello ma" "malani i should beat yo motherfucking ass! where the fuck are you? you think you grown now..." i took her off speakerphone because she was doing the absolute most & nobody needed to hear all of that.

"i know,i'm sorry" i tried to squeeze in through her yelling. "no. i'm with roscoe ma," i figured if i said his name she'll calm down a little which worked, kind of. "okay i'll be home soon" she hung up & i threw my phone on the bed.

"what she say" daya asked. "she wants me to come home and my dad wants to talk to me as soon as i get there." her eyebrows raised, she was just as surprised as me.

my dad has been in prison since i was 9 for possession of marijuana (hint me always having weed somewhere in my house). he was supposed to be released when i was 15 but got extra time for all the fights he was getting in.

he tries to make up for missing my teenage years by buying me anything i want from; every new shoe release, every apple product i want, and of course he's the one that bought my benz. All from the inside.

i try not to miss his calls but i be having shit to do nowadays. "what he wanna talk to you about?" "daya i don't know. i'm about to go put my clothes on so we can go"

"okay"

she closed the door behind herself and i went back over to the bed to pick up my clothes. i slipped my shorts back on turned around so i can put my shirt back on.