The Girl Next Door

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"What the fuck wrong witchu niggas? Step back..."

Robert Williams

Santa Monica, California

A week has passed and Juice is saying he hasn't found Robyn's whereabouts. His connects and my connects all haven't seen them in a couple months. But before we moved to Texas, I had to make sure.

"Here we are, Meek," my driver says. I look out of the back window and see the Maraj house standing in the setting sunlight.

"Wait here for a minute. I gotta go see somethin'." I say, pushing open the door.

I get my cane and start to walk up to the house. I look and see Ms. Maraj's black Suburban in the driveway.

Good.

I ring the doorbell and wait. After a minute no one answers but I can hear yelling coming from in the house. I frown and twist the doorknob to find it unlocked.

Instantly, I can hear a man's grunts and drunken moans coming from the living room to my right.

Rolling my eyes, I walk into the living room and pull out my gun from my shorts waistband.

"Aye, man." I call to the young man on top on Ms. Maraj on the couch.

He pauses mid-stroke and turns his head, his eyes growing wide," say bro. Ch-chill!"

I motion towards the doorway with the gun and he hurriedly gets off Onika's mother and pulls up his boxers. He wastes no time in grabbing his clothes and rushing out of the house, keeping his eyes on the steel in my hand.

Once he's out of sight, I make my way to the shorter couch and set my gun on the table, looking at Ms. Maraj as she attempts to fix herself. She looks so fucking out of it. Her once well kempt hair now all over her head. Her clothes dirty and stained with alcohol and cum. There's no doubt the multi-millionaire had been drinking and fucking to get over her daughters absence. She just let herself go. I wonder what her business associates think.

"What you want?" She asks, lighting a Newport cigarette.

"Where's Nicki?" I ask, sitting back on the couch.

She looks up at me, inhaling all the nicotine from the cigarette. She lets the air out and still stares at me, a short, mischievous grin sliding across her face.

"Why? You one of her little... things?" She chuckles and take a drag of the cigarette again,"everybody comin' to this damn house. 'Where's Nicki?' 'You seen Nicki?". Buncha hoes, I tell you. And now you?"

I glare at her like she's gone crazy. Does she not recognize me? It ain't been that fucking long.

"Nah. I'm her baby's daddy."

She stares at me, her head moving slightly from side to side.

"Oh so you the one that raped her? Got her pregnant..." she says, chuckling again.

"It wasn't on purpose. I was put up to i-"

"I don't give a fuck!" She yells, startling me.

"What?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at her.

"You... get the fuck out my house. Right now! Don't let me see you again or that's your life bastard!" She says, standing above me. I look down at her hand and see that she has my gun in her hand.

"Bitch! You put my shit down! I was doing your daughter a fucking favo-"

She pistol whips me with enough force to split my lip. I waste no time in grabbing her arm and slinging her to the couch. I wrap my hand around her throat and she retaliates by putting the gun to my head.

My heart begins racing when I see this bitch ain't playing. I ain't think she had it in her. I decide to play it cool.

"Listen here, bitch..." I growl," don't fucking play with me. When I find your daughter, I'm finding you. And since you ain't wanna tell me, I got a little somethin' for you."

"And I got a little somethin' for you, motherfucker. Don't play with me. Because I'm ten times crazier than you think. Next time I won't hesitate to pull the..." She pauses and chuckles.

I look up and see her finger squeezing the trigger. I have no time to react before she squeezes it all the way down.

I squeeze my eyes shut and await the blast, the end of my life. But Onika's mother cackles wildly.

"Look at your bitch ass. Get the fuck outta here before I really pull it," she says, laughing again.

I get off of her and give her neck one last squeeze but she continues laughing.

"Crazy bitch. Hope you choke on a dick and die, hoe," I spit at her before getting my cane and proceeding to leave the house.

Once I'm in the car, I sigh and close the door. She ain't help at all. Now that leaves it up to me...

"Back to L.A." I tell the driver.

"Yes sir," he says before pulling off.

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For everyone's info. Juice is Juice WRLD 🤘🏾😌 y'all don't know nun bout dat.

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