When a 22 year old girl starts to work for a football team as their assistant. Her whole life could be changed by one person. Who will it be? What will happen?
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I was sitting down on the sofa at my lil cousin's crib and we was plotting on how to do this bitch in. I wanted Yazmin to let me handle it so that way her lil hands could stay clean but we all know she hard headed as fuck and don't listen for shit so it's cool.
After talking to Ace of spades yesterday, we got a lot of useful information and that bitch ain't even know all the shit she was telling us was helping us very well.
"What's wrong with you?" Allen asks
"It's just my shoulder, I'm good. Continue." I said
"You want something for the pain? I can make you a Pavetta Sonjae milkshake."
"Who the fuck is Sonjae?" I frowned
"It's not a person bro. It's traditional medicine." Alvin said
"Ohhhh! I forgot y'all from Africa. My fault." I said
"Is he gonna get sick from that stuff?" Aunt Carol asks
"He shouldn't, but everybody has different reactions to things so we don't know."
"Okay, that's good enough." Aunt Carol shrugged
"I wanna shoot that bitch so bad." Yazmin blurted out while bouncing her leg
"Stop." Alvin spoke as he pressed his hand down on her leg
"I'm gonna fucking kill her so badly." Yazmin spoke
"Calm down because we can't risk getting caught. Stop it." Alvin said
"Shut up! Because I'm tired of you with this calm down, calm down bullshit! I'm not calming nothing down until that bitch and her goofy ass nigga pay for what they did to my family!!!" Yazmin yelled
"Who the fuck you yelling at? Lower your voice with me dawg. I'm tired telling you 'bout that shit. I'm not none of your bitches from the club. Watch how you talk to me." Alvin spoke
I know one thing, cuzzo calmed her ass the fuck down. Yeah I'm definitely finna call Alvin when she do me sumn' again.
"Who's that at the door?" Aunt Carol asks
"I'll get it." Alvin says
He got up and opened the door and I saw it was Quavo and some dudes with him.
"What's up big dawg?" Quavo spoke as he dapped Alvin off
"What's good?"
"I'm sorry. I was tryna get here faster for the service but the flights got messed up." Quavo said to Yazmin
"I understand." Yazmin spoke as they hugged
"How y'all doin'?" Quavo spoke as he looked around at all of us
"Oh my God, you weren't bullshitting." Auntie Misti spoke
"I'm assuming this mama?" Quavo spoke
"Yeah. Mommy meet Quavo, Quavo meet my mother." Yazmin spoke before sitting down
"Hi." Misti smiled
"Wassup."
"Ight look, I love y'all but I need some sleep. These ribs kicking my ass." Michael spoke as he slowly stood up
"I'll drive you home bud." Drew spoke as he stood up
"Be careful." Alvin spoke
"I'll try." Michael spoke
"Yeah, I'mma head upstairs and get me a lil rest too." I said
"You need some help?" Granny Kate asks
"Yeah grandma, please." I spoke
"Jerry, help him." Granny Kate spoke
"Alright son, come on." Uncle Jerry said as he pulled my arm to help me up causing me to scream
"AGHHH, LET GO, LET GO, LET GO!!!" I screamed
"I said help him, not hurt him! What'd you do?!" Granny Kate shouted
"My shoulder." I complained
"What's wrong with it?" Yazmin asks
"I don't know, it just hurts so fucking bad." I said in tears
"Is it dislocated? I mean..."
"We gotta get you to the hospital bruh. Come on, get up." Alvin spoke as he went to help me up
"Don't touch my shoulder or I'll shoot you bro!" I growled
"Then try to raise it up so I can put my arm around you and help you up nigga!!" Alvin said
I did as he said and it felt like hell keeping my arm up like that.
"Oh honey, you're gonna be okay. We're gonna get you better." Granny Kate spoke
We got to the hospital and I got checked in and surprisingly the same doctor that treated me and Michael when we came to the emergency room the first time is the same doctor that was treating me again.
"Well, Mr. Murray. What brings you back?"
"I don't know what happened. My uncle was just tryna help me up from the sofa so I could go upstairs to bed and get some rest and when he went to kinda pull at my arm to help me up, my shoulder just started hurting like hell bruh. I swear I don't know what happened." I explained
"Okay. Well have you been stressing a lot lately? Because sometimes stress can cause a person to be not only mentally fragile but physically as well."
"I mean, yeah. My cousin was the young man who was murdered in y'all's parking garage and we just had his funeral earlier today. So..." I said
"Oh yeah. I heard about that, I'm so sorry son. My condolences. But uhh, as far as your shoulder. How about I just put a cast on it. It'll be like a little rubbery, plastic cast and we'll see if that'll help anything at all. In the meantime though, you should think about maybe getting some counseling for your current grief." The doctor spoke
"Yes sir." I nodded
After being here for like 3 more hours, I was able to leave. They said that my uncle must've accidentally pulled my arm the wrong way because my shoulder dislocated again, so they had to pop that shit back into place and it hurt bad as a motherfucker. When I catch this bitch bro, I'mma kill her so slowly. Somebody needs to run her ass over with a car and let her see how it feels. I hate when mufuckas get mad at you for being mad at them because THEY did something wrong. Shit be wild as hell man! This don't make no sense.
