(What do y'all think about Munae?)
<Betty's POV>
I went in and talked to DaToya's mom. She said all of her things from her room were nearly gone and that she had left a letter stating that there's no reason why people should drink at parties and a bunch of writing about teens and drinking and how she now knows the life she has to live.I can't believe DaToya thought they were dead. This is all one of Munae's employee's fault. I felt bad for being at ease that it wasn't her's though. I stepped out of the house after promising that me and my mom would come by sometimes and found Munae scraping the ground with a twig. "Munae. I don't see you any differently," I said. "If anything....I see that you're only a hurt person. You didn't choose this life for yourself. It chose you."
I sat down besides her but she still didn't look my way. She was staring intently at the twig and the cement. "Although it isn't my place to...say: I think that you're beyond repair as far as getting help. Probably just talking your feelings out and coping is all you can do."
"I have a therapist," she said.
"But...you said you could never tell anyone how you truly felt?"
"She listens. I trust her. I trust her and Mrs. Davis well."
"Mrs. Davis..?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it," she snapped. "I wish I was normal like you. I want emotions. I want pain, and not the kind that feels good," she said softer, looking over at me.
"You think I'm all perfect and nice?" I asked with a snort. "My life is nothing like yours but it's far from perfect. I live in an apartment complex where they have shoot outs almost all the time. Rolex Apartments stay in the news, Munae."
"Rent free?" Munae smirked.
"Yes," I groaned.
"I'll cancel them then," Munae said simply.
"You would do that for meeee?" I asked in a fake sweet tone. "Of course," Munae chuckled like it wasn't a thing at all. "Well, my dad died when I was a baby and it was cause my mom was in a gang I believe. I don't know, she doesn't talk about it."
"So...the hard part of your life issss?" Munae chuckled. "I'm not close with my sister, Honey. She's like 22 I think now. She....I-"
I looked away. "I never wanna see her again. Mama hates that we don't talk but she also doesn't know why."
"Why?" Munae asked, blinking.
"Don't worry about it," I said hardly.
"So where's the hard part of your life?" Munae asked again.
"People have different tolerances."
"You imagine your pain, I don't. There's nothing that you named that you couldn't forgive or forget. I had no choice, Betty." Munae stood up and dusted the gravel off of her pants.
"I like pain," I said, looking away at my cousin's house. "Everyday I feel like I'm going through the motions of life. I always feel out of the moment. Out of my element. Danger brings me emotion and feeling. I don't know, maybe it's because I'm still a teenager. I'm 22, maybe my brain isn't developed enough. What do they say, 25? But I like danger."
I looked over at Munae, "Maybe that's why I like you?"
"You like me?" Munae smirked. "I thought sooooo-
"Dont start wit that song. I like it, but don't ruin it for me."
"Trap-
"Munae! Whatever your last name is!"
YOU ARE READING
You're A Baby's Butt (StudxStud)
RomanceIf you're brave enough to read on, you'll find out..👀 'She paused and took a sip of her hot chocolate. I squirmed in my seat. "I remember when I used to tell your mother to look out for signs...of your problem. And now you live a life embracing it...