Brielle in mm

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I sprinted up the steps and into the run-down house where Kyser was waiting for me.

"Did you get it?" She asked excitedly, waiting to see if I would pull out the little baggie we've both grown to know so well.

"Duh." I laughed, "Act like you been knowing me."

She watched over my shoulder as I separated the white substance into 4 lines, two for each of us.

The motion came so naturally now, plugging one nostril as I used the other to snort the coke. Tilting my head back, when the burn came.

Kyser had begun snorting her lines as well, looking at me with anticipation when she was done, "What now?"

"Food?"

After agreeing, we walked back outside, the darkness and sounds of barking dogs greeting us. There was a convenience store on the corner, one we frequented a lot since we'd been staying in the abandoned house down the street.

I gripped Kyser's hand with my left hand, tugging at the the shorts I was wearing with my right. The nippy air of the October night bit at my legs, making us walk quicker so that we could get back inside.

"Bri I'll do it this time since you did it last time." Kyser offered.

There was no way I was turning down not having to suck some old Arabian man's dick.

"Okay cool." I replied, "Did you want anything specific?"

We were at the doors now, ignoring the men who called at us due to our attire.

The sports bra covered everything it was supposed to, but was still a sports bra, and Ky's tank top was more of a crop top, to which she had on no bra, and her shorts were easily a size too small.

"Just make sure you get a honeybun."

I nodded and pulled open the door hearing the bell ring to signal that customers had come in.

Whatever the fuck his name was looked up at us, a sly grin coming on his face. He knew why we were here, and he was more than happy to come lock the door and walk to the back with Ky.

I wasn't always homeless. In fact, I only live like this because I 'choose' to. I refused to live with my mama who only wanted me there to collect the monthly social security check that came from my dad.

She didn't even try to hide her reasoning for wanting me there, spending the money designated for me on everything ranging from getting her hair done to buying unnecessary shit for the house.

But when I ask for something, there's a problem.

She's tried to find me multiple times, sending me to youth centers, camps, all of that shit just for me to run away again.

I'm patiently waiting for the day when I'm 18 and she'll stop having to pretend to look for me.

Glancing into the box, I saw there weren't any iced honeybuns left, so I grabbed the regular ones, thinking Kyser would just have to get over it.

She and I met at one of the camps I got sent to, her being there because she also ran away. Her home situation humbled me, making me complain as little as possible about what I thought was bad.

She was also how I started doing coke. One night she came back with it, having taken it from the man she slept with that night.

We weren't addicted really, just using it to escape from the shit show that was our lives.

The intense feelings of euphoria was just an added bonus.

Having collected all that I needed from the food section, I went over to where the bars of soap were so that we could find a room to take a bath in tonight.

After I put the stuff in a bag, I leaned against the wall, waiting on Kyser to finish. He was usually done by now so I don't know what was taking so long.

Better her than me.

I laughed out loud, thinking about how I wasn't shit for having that thought.

As I was doing another walk through, someone pulled on the door trying to get in. I didn't look to see who it was, more concerned with getting packs of Ritz crackers.

"Aye!" I heard whoever it was yell.

I ignored him, continuing towards the Vienna sausages.

"Man I know that hoe hear me."

Since he called me a hoe, and I felt the effects of the coke kicking in, I walked to the door and pretended like I was about to unlock it, "Sike! You thought bitch!" I yelled while flipping the bird.

He pulled on the door again, "Man ain't nobody playin' witcho stupid ass."

"Say please." I grinned.

"I'm finna shoot this mothafuckin' door down then we gone see who gone be saying please." A different voice said.

Until he said that, I hadn't paid attention to who else was outside. Looking through the burglar bars, I saw it was Hakeem, a dude who everybody seemed to be scared of.

I wouldn't even say scared, they more respected him than anything.

Too bad I still wasn't opening the door.

"Me no habla inglés." I said while shaking my head, "No comprende."

Ky and the man came back to the front then, her with a look of disgust that turned to humor when she saw me playing at the door.

"Why didn't you open?" The Arabian man asked nervously while unlocking the door.

Hakeem walked in mugging me, "You got me fucked up yo. Ian no nigga to play with."

Maybe it was the drugs that made mug him back, "You got me fucked up. I don't even know you to be opening no doors for you."

"Man I know you ain't finna fight no crack head Keem." His ugly, bucktooth ass friend said with a laugh, "You know they ass strong as fuck."

Kyser snorted, "Nigga you 'bout ugly as hell to be talking so much. Teeth hanging all out ya' mouth and shit."

"Let's go." I laughed while pulling her hand. I was ready to eat.

As we made our way back down the street, we saw a police car parked in front of the house where we were staying.

"Now what snitch can't mind they business?" I mumbled with a sigh, annoyed that we'd have to find another place to stay tonight.

"We can go to my friend house." Ky suggested, "It's about a 30 minute walk though."

I rolled my eyes, "Ion know why you said that like we didn't just walk an hour yesterday."

After eating a row of crackers apiece, we set out to her friend's house.

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Hakeem pov

Jace was leaning on the car still laughing, "Nigga she said yo teeth hangin' out."

That shit was on point too. He my nigga and all, but he really look like the Ice JJ fish dude.

"Fuck them hoes man. How they gone talk shit and they sell pussy?"

Ian know ole girl or her friend, but one look at 'em and I could believe it. Her shorts all in her ass and shit.

And they probably was some crackheads too.

She ain't even look that old either, prolly around the same age as my lil sister, and she out here doing all that.

"Shid if she selling, I'm buying."

I laughed, "Niggas fuck anything man."

"Pussy is pussy."

"Aids is Aids."

We were still laughing when we saw the girls walking past us again, eating some crackers.

"There she go right there. I oughta go run her ass over."

I stayed quiet as they talked shit about them, tryna guess how much they charge and allat.

Neither one of them was ugly, both of 'em just looked strung. Like don't nobody give a fuck about 'em.

Jace tapped my shoulder to pass me the blunt, and I turned around instantly forgetting about the two girls walking up the street.

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author's note: another one? i have too much time on my hands rn lol.

anyway, initial thoughts? if y'all aren't feeling it, lmk before i get too into it.

some of the events in this book will be based loosely on a person who is very close to me. be nice 😅