Janee' parents ^^
Previously...
As we got closer to Malak's car, I saw a black figure leaning against a neighboring car.
Currently...
I held on to Malak's arm tightly as we approached his car. I walked past the figure, and he or she grabbed my arm and I immediately punched whoever it was in the face. The person's face flew to the side and quickly turned their head back towards me.
" So that's how you greet your father?" the figured roared deeply.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned my dad.
"Your boyfriend told me you were in the hospital," he said.
I raised my eyebrow furiously at Malak. He threw his hands up in an innocent surrender and mouthed " I didn't do it." I mouthed back "oh". Then I thought. He still think I go with that man hoe Keon.
" Keon ain't my boyfriend no more," I said.
" Well that's what he told me," he snapped back.
" Well he lied. This is my boyfriend, " I said pulling Malak closer to me," but I doubt it matters who it is," I hissed.
" Why is that?" my dad asked pulling his hood off his head and stepping closer to me.
" Cause you only at the house when you ain't getting pussy from some hoe off the street. Which means you barely home," I snapped. My dad stepped back a little. " And you come back to the crib like you high and mighty," I scoffed.
"That's not how you talk to daddy, princess," he said softly stroking my arm. I smacked his hand away.
" Don't you ever fucking touch me again," I demanded sharply.
" Why not, sweetheart? Come give daddy a hug." Is he fucking serious?
" Hell nawh. You probably got every thot pussy juice on yo' fingers. " Tre and Malak cracked up laughing and I have to admit. That shit made me weak a lil'. Lexi tapped my elbow causing me to turn around. She winked at me and gave me a slight smirk.
" Come home," he demanded.
" You coming home? Ain't you got a head appointment or som'?" I asked.
He stood there stiff as one of his sex slaves weave.
"I'll come home, but I'm not riding with you," I tried to negotiate with him.
" Fine," he opened his door, got in, and smirked through the window. He swerved out the hospital parking lot.
" Creepy ass," I laughed pissed as hell.
"Fuck wrong with yo pops Nee'?" Malak asked.
" Don't know. I always hated his ass ever since he got my moms in jail," I said.
" How?" Tre asked. By this time, everybody was in the car and Malak pulled off with me in the passenger seat.
" My dad was forever abusing my mom on the low. I didn't know until I was 15. I came down stairs cause my mom was screaming. I came down running and saw my mom bust my dad in the back with a glass bottle. Then my dad grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against a wall. If I hadn't stepped in, he woulda killed her. I bust out crying and my dad let go of her throat and she ran to my arms. Then that man thot came over and tried to apologize. I slapped his stupid cunt ass dead in the face and held my mom tight in my arms," I explained.
" Damn. You got some whack men in yo life," Malak said resting his hand on my thigh.
" So how yo mom end up in jail?" Tre asked me, obviously intrigued with my past.
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किशोर उपन्यासHigh School Love. Exes, new lovers, friends, guns, abuse, and baby mommas. Through it all, Malak and Janee' manage to salvage their love for each other and stick together like paper and glue. Question is: what did they have to go through to manag...
