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growing up i've been in shootouts, seen different type of drugs, smoked for the first time at the age 11, never knew my father. and my mother was always out, selling drugs.
i never really wanted to be in this type of shit. even though my uncle really wanted that for me. my momma talked that nigga into leaving me off limits.
my uncle live in chicago, that's where the shit really started, but one time the block in chi was hot and he really needed money so my momma started selling pounds for em down here and ever since, he never stopped sendin em.
today im going back home, i know im not even gonna feel safe being there. i'll stay there for a while and just tell my uncle ima need money to move somewhere else.. im not even sure if i'll let my momma know where i go. ——————————————————————
as im walking up the stairs to my apartment i hear noise, like people screaming, i noticed it was my mom so i bursted into my apartment.
"who the fuck is this bitch" some man asked
i looked at my mom who's arms were being held by two men that i've never seen before.
"fuck yall jus standing there for?, get her"
one of the men dropped my mother's arm and walked towards me, i tried to grab the lamp but he caught my arm and pushed me onto the floor.
"what's yo name"
i sat there silently
"what's yo name" he asked, as he punched me in the stomach
"b-bitch im not t-, im not telling you shit" i struggled to say
"beat her" the man said, looking at the two other men
the men started getting closer to me, i closed my eyes.
"no dickheads, the bitch that's fucking up business"
one of the men moved towards my mother and beat her. i tried to help but i just couldn't. the other two men wouldn't let me go. so all i could do is scream.
"next time you fuck up our shit, it's gonna be worse than this" he said, while the man finished beating her
when the man got done they all walked out the door. i looked at my mom who could barely even stand.
"what the fuck happened" i screamed
"we gotta go, we gotta leave now" she said, stuttering
"and go where" i asked
"somewhere i don't know, we just gotta get the fuck foreal" she said trying to stand
she pointed at the couch. but i didn't know at what.
"the fucking phone" she yelled
i quickly grabbed the phone to give it to her.
"i needa call your uncle, asap"
"i told you i aint want no parts in this shit, nun, but you still had to bring that shit to my house, them niggas got my address" i screamed
she hit me in the face. i tried my hardest not to hit her back.
"everything i did, i did it for your ass, to make sure you was straight"
"it's not that hard to get a 9-5, you know i hate this shit" i screamed
she walked off with the phone to her ear.
"hello?" she yelled in the phone
i couldn't hear my uncle because she had the phone to her ear.
"niggas is coming at me for this bullshit" "you know what im talking bout" "fuck you mean you gonna handle it" "nigga you way in chicago"
after that she hung up the phone up.
"your uncle and cousins coming down for a while, they gon need a place to stay"
i looked at her in disbelief. it's like it was just fuck my feelings.
"im going back by liyah" i said, slamming the door behind me
i couldn't stop shaking, i was just so scared. —————————————————————— liyah's apartment 10:45pm
"girl what the fuck" liyah said, after i told her the story about what happened
"she wrong for that, that lady don't have nothing to tell me"
"so when your uncle and cousins come down what's gon happen" she asked
"who knows, i know it ain't gon be nothing nice, them niggas crazy"
"do y'all know who the men were"
"not me, but knowing her.. she prolly did but just didn't say nothing" i said, as i heard my phone ring
i got my phone seeing it was my cousin, rell, calling.
