Mico in the mm.

Mico

"Mane, shut up! You always crying, mane. Your momma is dead." I say to Hailey. This girl has literally cried over Dee everyday for three years straight. We all know she dead, man. Then it's like Royal dropped off the face of the earth so nobody could find him either. Even tho my sister's dead and gone, when I see him, imma kill him. "I want her." she sobs. "Bruh, you eight years old! You was five when she went away! Let it go!" I snap. I'm not trying to be a butt hole but it is what it is. Thinking about what happened to her is what pisses me off so I'd rather not hear about it. "How old were you when she went away?" she asks. "Uhhhh, bout eleven." I say. "Oh yeah, you're fourteen." she says. "Yeah, I am. Hailey, go to sleep." I say. I'm over her daddy's house with her, Cj, Jay, and La La. I'm always here because my parents are some emotional wrecks and they irk me. "Ok." she says, closing her eyes. I walk out of her room and downstairs. "Wassup?" Roc slowly asks, chuckling. This mane is high as hell right now. I'm finna finesse, fuck you mean? "I bet you won't give me four hundred." I say. He laughs. "What's that?" he asks. "Money." I say. "She'll do some strange thangs for some change." he says, falling out laughing. I shake my head. "Can I get the money?" I ask. "I guess. " he slowly says. He hands me the wallet. I open it. He snatches it. "I don't think so, lil nigga. You ain't slick." he says. I laugh. Damn, this mane stay playing. Hot Chilli pepper nose having ass nigga.

Roc

"Baby, let's go out." my girlfriend, Marissa says. "Uhh, bae I don't know. I don't feel all that good." I lie. I lied because I don't feel like that shit. "Please. I wanna go to Texas De Brazil." she says. "Mane, you better go to Texas De The Kitchen and call it a night." I say.

She shoots me a death glare. I laugh. "You know I don't cook." she says. I shrug my shoulders. "Oh well." I say. "Ass hole." she says, crying. I shrug my shoulders. My phone starts ringing. Who the hell is that? I answer. "Hello?" I answer. "Chresanto." somebody weakly says. "Ay, who is this?" I ask. "Dee." I say. A silence falls over us. "What?" I ask. "It's Dee. I'm sorry for disappearing on yall but I had to. I'll explain it later. I need you, Chres. Please." she begs. I run my fingers through my hair then sit on my bar stool. "I thought you was dead." I say. "I know but listen. I'm in New York but I don't have a way back to California. I don't wanna get caught by Royal. I'm not supposed to be gone. Chres, help me." she says, crying. "Chill. Don't cry. Look, man. Where you at? Imma send somebody to get you until we fly out tonight, aight?" I say. "Okay." she sobs. "Where you at? I'm finna send my nigga Maurice." I say. "I'm near Texas Roadhouse." she says. "I got you. " I say, then hang up. "Who was that?" Marissa snaps. "I'll tell you later. Watch the kids." I say, rushing out. I got shit to handle man.

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