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I know yall like 'Bitch really?' Butttt as I was scrolling through ig, and I just got this idea when I seen Prince, and I was thinking of an update for this n 'The App' Then I thought about how light these niggas is, and they hair and this popped up.
Nahmir X Princeton ??? It's just a thought guys
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"You might got my momma fooled, but you ain't gon never replace me."
Nahmir: Chapter 7
I got out the car feeling my legs grown numb again. Looking at the house, I slowly take out my key and unlock the door.
Jahseh groanrd and pushed past me opening the door. I gasp and walk in seeing Cleo with a belt in her hand.
Jahseh stopped walking and so did I.
"Fuck."
Jahseh
"So y'all got into a fight today?" Momma said walking towards us I look back at Nahmir and he was shaking.
Damn, he do got it bad.. "Jahseh? Yo ass left my house! You ain't off the hook!" Next thing you know , she slapped Nahmir right. In his face. He gasped and started crying. He held his face and looked down.
"I-Im S-S-Sorry!" He screamed as she hit him again. Damn , use the belt...
"P-PLEASE CLEO- AHH!!"
I stood there watching him plead and scream. He was innocent though..
"MOMMA STOP!" I yelled. His skin was glowing red..
She stopped and touched her stomach.
"He ain't do it, i-i did it....me Stoke, and Mike... We jumped him." I said with a sigh and looked down.
After a while, all I heard was Nahmir crying lowly. I look up and fell to the floor.
She started beating my ass. I sat there and took he hits, knowing I wasn't gonna cry... Right now.
I looked over at Nahmir and he was curled up in a ball on the floor, shaking.
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I limped my way up the stairs with Nahmir following behind me.
I expected her to stop, but she beat me for a hour straight. While she let this nigga off the hook.
I was pissed, and in pain.
"J-Jahseh I'm sorry."
He said once we got to his room door, his room used to be mines, so he told me I could sleep here and he'd sleep on the couch.
Nice, but I'm still mad.
I turned to him and slap him. He gasped and started crying again.
"W-Why would you-
"You might got my momma fooled, but you ain't gon never replace me." I walk in the room and slam the door behind me.
