Holland

5 Years Later...

"I'm telling you, girl... He ain't about to date me." I tell my best friend Erin. It's this fine ass dude in my art class everybody calls Kilo. He just moved here to LA from New Orleans. He's so talented and it just attracts me to him more and more. The only problem is, I'm still seventeen and he literally just turned eighteen. Yes, I know it's not a big age difference but one day, I overheard him say he'll never date a girl younger than him. We both seniors tho. The school year started a week ago so I still have time for him to change his mind.

"Why the hell not? He ain't that much older." She says, opening her locker. I shrug. "I know he won't. Fuck it." I say. "But about yo fine ass brother tho.. " She starts. I laugh. "Which one of those niggas?" I ask. She laughs. "Pause, your daddy fine as hell too. Ooowee I see where they get it from." She exclaims. I laugh. This girl is crazy. "Ok... Um, chill. My father is not sexy. But yeah, who?" I ask. "Girl, Eric. Shit, Prince and Kwame some fine ass niggas too." She says. I scrunch my nose up. Well, long story short, daddy had secret children. Prince is a junior and Kwame is a senior Zaya snapped on his ass for it. I still remember. Even tho we all met late in life, we grew really close. I couldn't ask for better bros.

"Eric ol ugly ass don't want you. And honestly, Kwame and Prince ain't the kinds you want. Prince a walking rape charge. " I say. "Girl please. They can all get it. Where Kwame pretty ass been tho?" She asks. I shrug my shoulders.

Man, my brothers are all in the streets to the absolute fullest now. The only one who bettered himself is Eric. My life is complicated. I miss my brothers. They ain't getting out of jail no time soon. They both are locked up. Jay in New York right now. Because those two fought for each other, they seperated them two so Dj is in Memphis. They don't ever accept us when we come to see them so we stopped trying. They write us sometimes but won't call. It's sad how Jaylen got fifteen years for attempted murder and trespassing. DJ got twenty for capital murder, possession of a gun, Possession of marijuana and rape. Yes, rape. The hoe lied like he forced her to do it and the judge and jury fell for it. And marijuana because he was blowin trees when twelve kicked his momma door in to pick him up. I miss those two. I wonder how they woulda turned out by now. I wonder if they'd be dead for the street life or if they'd change and turn into a highly intelligent hardworking future lawyer like Eric did. I feel my eyes watering. Nobody knows those two exist but people in our family and whoever knew him before they went in, Zaya gets emotional thinking about it, and Dad don't like for us to bring it up so it's not like I can express how I feel to anyone.

"Holland!" Erin yells in my face. "The hell you hollering for?" I snap back into reality. "You standing here ignoring me. I've been calling you for three minutes. What's wrong?" She asks. I sigh. "Nothing, just thinking about something." I say. "What's wrong?" She asks. "Nothing, I'm straight. Let's go to the library. I need to ask E something." I say. As close as we are, Erin don't even know. "Ohhh yall call Eric E?" She asks, following me. "Yes, obviously. Nobody really calls him Eric. We call him E and Ej." I say. "Ej? He a junior?" She asks. I sigh and roll my eyes. I swear I ain't in the mood for her playing dumb. Thinking about my brothers always puts me in the worse mood.

"No, his middle name is Jawan so he's called Ej. Ask him whatever it is you wanna know." I say. "Why you so mad?" She asks. "Nothing." I say, opening the door to our school library. "Oooohwee baby, he so fine." She says. I roll my eyes and walk over to E. He reading an encyclopedia. He looks up once we sit. "Sup bruh?" I ask. "Hello." He says. "Hello? Damn, E why you so uptight? You look real pussy in that bow tie." Erin says. I chuckle. "I hope you know he finna get on your ass." I say. She ain't ever met him, just seen or heard things about him. He grins then takes his polo reading glasses off and sits em on the table. He intertwines his hands and looks at her.

"So, being a polite individual makes me uptight? Wearing a bow tie, dressing like the highly intelligent individual that I am makes me a female reproductive system, correct? Miss strange girl my sister associates with, exactly what logic is that? Your mother must be proud." He sarcastically says. I burst into laughter. Eric always brightens my day with his intellectual come backs. His mouth is so smart. At school, he talks extremely proper but at home, he ratchet as hell.

"Nigga what?" She asks, confused. He smiles and puts his glasses back on. "So, now we're dropping the N bomb, I see. Well, my name is Not Nigga, It's Eric Crippen. And who might you be?" He asks. "Uh... Erin?" She awkwardly answers, looking at him funny. He shakes her hand. "Pleased to meet you on this lovely Monday morning." He says. I laugh and shake my head. "Uh.. you too, Eric." She says. "Wow. Yall should exchange numbers." I say. "Holland!" She exclaims, blushing. I don't know why, but every time he meets girls I know, it's always in a funny way. He a trip. His personality can make any girl blush.

He grins. "Don't mind if I do." He says, smiling. Then his teeth are pearly white and perfectly aligned. He got braces when he was fourteen because he used to suck his tongue and that pushed his teeth out.

"Oh... Uh, can I put it in your phone?" She asks. He pulls his custom made solid gold, diamond studded iphone out his pocket.

"Daaaamn!" She exclaims looking at his phone. "Well, I would have given it to you but the bell just rung and I really have to be in class. So with that being said, Goodbye Erin. I'll be at the car waiting when class is over, Holland. I love you darling. Don't forget to wear a smile! Later Kid!" He says. He plants a wet ass kiss on my face. "Ewww Eric." I say. "Toodles my poodle!" He says, Then prances to the door. He looks back then licks his finger and touches his nipple. He walks off. We start tripping.

"No offense, but your brother geeky as hell. Why you and all your other brothers act regular but he corny? And is he gay?" She asks. I laugh. Don't none of these folks know E. He'll deck yo ass and turn ghetto if you disrespect him. People underestimate his bubbly personality. "Naw, he like girls. And he only act crazy like that at school. That's Eric for you. True, he's a geek at times but trust me, if your last name is Crippen, you a tad bit crazy." I say. "Girl, he creepy. He acts so fruity." She says. "So? None of yall know the real him. Don't judge him based on that little bit you just saw. For all you know he could be testing you." I say. "Testing me?" She asks, looking confused. "Yep. He ain't dumb, Erin. This nigga most likely the valedictorian plus he street smart. He can tell when a girl wanna get down on him so he act that way just to see something. I don't know, Ej weird like that." I say. "Oh... Well, will he be home when I come over to do our project?" She asks. I shrug. "He might be for a second. He taking my lil brothers and my sister out." I say. "Where they going? And how old are they?" She asks. "The twins King and Zaria are Six and Reshawd twelve. My big sister Heaven go to UCLA so chances are she won't be at home until tonight." I say. She nineteen thinking she the shit too. "You have a lot Of siblings." She says. We been close since eighth grade but I never speak on my family. It's a rule daddy got. He don't like everybody knowing his business so we don't talk about our household.

"Oh... Well, I'm sleepy." She says. I look at the picture of Me and The triplets when we were together at Universal studios. Damn, I wish they were free.

Heaven

"You love me?" My boyfriend Justin asks. I'm in his dorm just smokin and chilling. "Yeah." I say. He rubs my leg. "So, when imma get some pussy?" He asks. I push him off. "I ain't ready." I say. Yes, I'm a nineteen year old virgin. He don't know tho. I don't feel bad about it cause Zaya went longer than I did so hey, I ain't ashamed. Sex can wait. I look at all the girls I grew up with getting pregnant and heartbroken. Plus, I still remember how that pussy ass nigga Dorian did my lil sister. Fuck him and Fuck 12. He The reason my lil brother Jay locked up. Pussy bitch couldn't handle a knife in his stomach so he went snitchin.

"Damn, Leah, when the fuck you gon be ready?" He snaps. I put the blunt out then slap the shit out of him. "I know you did not just call me Leah. Bitch I knew I wasn't stupid! I knew you and my nothin ass so called best friend been fuckin!" I snap. "Naw, baby, I didn't mean to say that. I wouldn't ever do you like that." He says. I chuckle. "Stupid punk. Don't try to play a girl with a daddy like mine and brothers like I got. I know how these silly pimp ass games go and I ain't trynna play em." I say, grabbing my stuff. "Come on, Heaven don't be like that. You act like accidents don't happen." He says. "Yeah, you accidentally snitched on yourself pathetic bitch." I say. A knock on the door cuts him off. "I'll open it on my way out, hoe." I say. I go snatch it open. "Come on, Heaven, don't leave." He begs. I stare this hoe down.

"Dang, girl why you look pissed? Let me in so we can talk." Leah says. I move out her way then close then lock the door.

"Shit." Justin mumbles. "What's goin on? Do I have to be Dr. Phil in this hoe?" She jokes, laughing. "Leah, now ain't the time." Justin says. "What? Why yall so uptight? Hev, what's wrong girl?" She asks, flipping her crunch bug weave. That shit look like she traded a crackhead a rock for him to do her hair.

"You fuckin my nigga, bitch?" I straight up ask. And I dare her to jump stupid. I didn't take my medicine today so I'm already on the edge with these mfs. The looks on their faces are priceless. She starts fidgeting with her crop top. "What? Girl, pshh... I wouldn't do that." She answers oh so quickly. I chuckle and walk up on her until she hits the wall. "Listen bitch, Im from South Central and was brought up in Compton mothafuckin California with the goons and the thugs. I have fucking anger issues, dumb bitch. You ain't fuckin with none of the Beverly Hills hoes you know. My name is Heaven Mothafuckin Crippen, Daughter of Craig Crippen the third and Zavianna Davis - Crippen. I know you wondering why you getting this lil autobiography. Bitch, the moral is, I ain't the one to fuck with or lie to. Disloyal slut. I ought to off yo ass but my mothafuckin step momma taught me better than that. Now both of yall dusty asses can be together. Two disloyal pussies make the perfect couple." I snap in her face. I step back, watching her tremble. I roll my eyes. "Hoe, tighten up. All that shaking." I say. "Bae, calm down." Justin says. "Nigga, you know what? Pucker up and kiss my mixed ass. Get out My way." I say. And with that, I walk out leaving those peasants where they stand. Now I'm about to head to my house. I need to talk to My momma. Hopefully daddy give her room to breathe. I pull my phone out and call him. "Hello?" My baby sister Analya answers. I smile at her tiny voice. She's four and is my whole world. She the only one who still stays home with momma since she ain't old enough for school. "Hey Analya. Where's daddy?" I ask. "I don't knooooow!" She says, giggling. "Analya, I'll give you a dollar if you tell me." I say. "Ok. He said he doing what he did to make me. What does that mean?" She asks, sounding clueless. I frown. That's nasty as hell. I can't even count how many times I've walked in on mom and dad doing the nasty as a child. It's like sex is a hobby him and Zaya love. They The freaks of all freaks but I love my folks.

"Dad told you that for real?" I ask. "Yes." She says. "Analya give me my phone!" I hear dad in the background. She giggles. "Bye Heaven." She says. I get in my car and pull off. I need to go chill with my brother. I know Kwame didn't go to school. "Hello? Wassup baby girl?" Dad asks. "Daddy, why you tell her that?" I ask. He laughs. "Cause I promised I would never lie to yall. I was fuckin Zaya." He straight up says. I scrunch up my nose. "Uuuugh, daddy you nasty! You and my momma disgust me." I say. He starts crackin up laughing. "You know where Kwame at? Zaya said he ain't at school. They emailed her." He says. I sigh. "Daddy, I don't know. He probably chillin at that cornerstore he be at. He act like education don't matter." I say. He sighs. "Kwame finna make me kill him for that skippin shit. Swing by there and pick him up for ya ol man." He says. I laugh. "I guess dad. I'm coming home after I chill with him a lil bit." I say. "Ok. I'm finna drop Analya off at Tae and Roc house real fast. She wanna play with Cj." He says. I nod. "So... How's Damion?" I ask. I ain't seen him in four years. He kept getting in trouble so Tae made him move to Memphis with her brother Tylinn. I cried when he left but I'm grown. Childhood crushes ain't shit now. "He doin good. Mane twenty now. He got a kid. He got a son and his named Kason." He says. "Dang, I knew he would bring home a baby before anybody. Dang, Tae a thirty four year old granny. Roc a thirty one year old grandpa. Dang!" I exclaim, laughing. "Yeah, I know who ain't gon make me no thirty three year old grandpa tho." He says. "Chill, daddy. I ain't even having sex. I'm still a virgin." I say. "And you better stay like that. For real, Hev come holla at me or ya mom when you think you wanna do it." He says. "Uh... Dad, what you and Zaya gon do, give me tips?" I joke. He laughs. "You bet not be getting tips in that pussy, I know that much." He says. I burst out laughing. "Uuugh, daddy I can't deal with you. I'll be home later tho." I say. "I guess that's yo way of saying bye. Bye baby girl." He says. I laugh. "Bye dad." I say, then hang up. I got the best dad, hands down.

Kwame

"Mane, spot me. I just got a ten bruh, but I need some. Let me get a big rock." This nigga says, standing in front of me. "Nigga is you crazy? That shit forty. I can hit you off with a gram, bruh." I say. I'm in an alley slangin. I didn't feel like that cornerstore shit today. "Come on, nigga." He begs. These crackheads be ridiculous. But they how I keep my bands up. Of course, my daddy was a Kingpin and he paid as a mothafucka but I'm my own man. I'm gon hustle hard for my own. I ain't tryin to be no suit and tie nigga like my brother Eric. I love that nigga but we two totally different people. So, that mean imma let him have all that Valedictorian crap and imma get it how I live. However, I'm gon be in the front row supporting my nigga when he give that valedictorian speech.

"Nigga, get outta here. Either get the gram or get nothin." I say. He starts reaching for my belt. I jump back. "Hol up, bitch what you doin?" I growl. "Come on man, anything. I'll do anything. I'll suck yo dick!" He says, on his knees. I pull my pistol out and off his ass. I call my nigga Rylo. "Wassup fam?" He answers. "Clean up crew, alley." I say. "On my way." He says, Then hangs up. I walk out the alley and back to the corner store. Mane, I hate killing niggas. It's this feeling I get and I hate it. And every time I close my eyes, I see that person's face. Killing people ain't easy at all mane.

I walk in there and grab a peach drink and go to the register. "What you got on you?" The dude at the register, Morris asks. He always cop from me. He a real loyal customer. "Michael Jackson cd." I say. That's the code for Mary Jane. I can't say it straight up cause its cameras in here so we talk code. He nods. "Imma listen to it tomorrow man. I'll call you." He says. I nod. "Just let me know. " I say, then walk out.

"Kwame, what you doin out of school?" Heaven asks, scaring the hell outta me. She leaned against her Bentley. "Nothin, chillin. Why you out here?" I ask. "To get you. Come on." She says. I look back at my niggas. They laughin at me, bruh damn. "I'm good, Hev." I say. "Kwame, if you don't get your lil Dominican ass over here, I'm gon rip that ponytail off yo scalp. Get in the car!" She yells. "Heaven chill!" I yell back. "Who is this?" My nigga Chris asks, licking his lips at her. They stare at each other for a second.

"Heaven ain't you got something to do?" I ask. "Yeah, pick yo ass up. I heard you don't go to school. The year just started a week ago and you a fuckin senior. What's the point of making it that far then quitting school?" She snaps. "Mane, I'm out here gettin money. School ain't for me." I say. "Kwame, keep on." She threatens. "Big sister ain't fuckin around." Chris jokes. I sigh. "Fuck you." I say, getting in. She gets in and pulls off. "Why you ain't goin to school? Is it cause of your lil situation?" She asks. I sigh. I suck in math. Ive been in summer school every year since freshman year. Math ain't for me. And English ain't my specialty neither. A nigga can't read cause I can't see. All my words look jumbled but I don't want glasses. I can read when the paper far away tho. Shit crazy so I don't even bother.

"Not necessarily. What's the point of going to school if I fail the shit?" I ask. "It ain't too late. I can help you and Eric too. Yall take classes together man. Put your pride to the side and get help. And why you keeping the fact you can't see a secret?" She asks. That's between me and her. "I can see." I say. "No you can't. What that say?" She asks, handing me her phone. I squint my eyes. "Uh... Kik.. I don't know, damn." I say. "Nigga, it says Kwame. You need glasses or contacts. Just tell momma when we get home. It ain't nothing to be ashamed of. You only make bad grades cause you can't see the problems." She says. I nod my head and sigh. I guess.

-

We just got home. She unlocks the big ass door. We stay in a mansion since it's so many kids. "Eeeew!" Heaven screams. "Oh shit!" I exclaim. I saw that perfectly. Momma and Daddy ol nasty asses is doin the 69 on the living room table. They look up. He picks her up with her legs around his neck and her head by his knees. He eats her out, walking to the back. I look at her. "How the hell do Analya deal with these folks everyday?" Heaven exclaims. "Ion know, bruh. Where she at tho?" I ask. "Tae house." She says. I nod my head and walk upstairs. I'm tired as hell mane.

Prod

"Zaya." I say, rubbing her thigh. She opens her eyes. Yeah, big daddy still put it down. "Yes, baby?" She asks. "I gotta go to New York. I'll be gone for a week." I say. "Why?" She asks. "Business." I say. "I wanna go." She says. "No, Stay with our kids. I gotta handle business." I say. She starts pouting. "You better not be selling no drugs again." She says. "I'm not. I gotta handle some shit." I say. "Behave." She says. I chuckle and kiss her. "You know I'm comin home to you." I say. "When you leaving?" She asks. I rub her nipple then kiss her. "Tonight." I say, getting on top of her. She pushes me off. "Leave me alone." She says. "Huh? Baby, what I do?" I ask. "Kiss my ass." She says. "Cause you randomly leaving me. It better not be no bitch in New York. You known for havinv secret kids. Let me find out that's why you steady flying there." She goes off. I sigh. "I know I messed up, Keeping Prince And Kwame from you in the past but that's done. I promise." I say. She sighs. "Whatever. Rub my feet." She says. I chuckle and start rubbing. "Aight, Zaya." I say. She still crazy as ever but it's always love. She gon always ride and no doubt, I'll always ride.

Well, this book gon be crazy.

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