Kennedie

I'm tied to a chair and I have no idea where I am. I was knocked out the moment some guy entered my hotel room. I'm so scared right now but if my daddy ain't taught me nothing,  he taught me to never show a nigga fear because they feed off it. I'm trying not to but on the inside, I'm going crazy.  I have no idea why I'm even here. I don't bother anybody and I don't associate with people who do. I don't understand.

A guy walks in. Eew, he has the nastiest and I do mean nastiest scar over his eye. "Where the money at?" he asks. "What money?" I question. I mean, I really don't know. He slaps me right across my face. "Bitch don't play dumb! You be with that nigga France so I know you know where it's at!" he yells. "I just met him yesterday! I swear I don't know about no money, aight?" I scream back. I lick my lip and frown at the taste of my own blood. "You sure you don't know?" he lowly growls. The hell does he want me to say to make it known I don't know. I swallow hard at the feeling of the point of his knife on the center on my neck. Tears slowly roll down my cheeks.  "I swear I don't know." I sob. Another guy walks in the room. "Aight. She don't know shit for real." he says to this bastard. "What? Boss, for real?" he snaps. His boss gives him the most vicious death glare I've ever seen. "Let her go. I got other shit in mind." he yells, then walks out. "No, what did I do?" I cry. "Shut up." he says, snatching my neck. God, please help me.

Treasure

Fuck! Kennedie won't answer her phone. I'm so scared right now, I don't know what to do. My nerves are completely shot and my body won't quit shaking. I really don't know what to do, who to call, or where to go. All of this is way too much for me. "What?" I scream into my phone. Slim won't stop calling me and I'm really not in the mood for no horny ass nigga who only wants to stick his dick inside of me and never call back. "Where you at?" he asks. "Riding around. Something going on with Kennedie and I don't know what I'm supposed to do." I cry.  "Calm down. Meet me somewhere." he says. "Are you crazy? For real? You think I'm trying to go on a stupid ass date when she somewhere and I can't do shit about it?" I scream at the top of my lungs. Has this nigga lost half of his brain? "No, listen." he starts. "No, you listen! You know what, bye! Because you ain't doing shit but making it worse for me by not showing any type of consideration!" I yell. "Quit hollering at me! I'm showing consideration, aight? You the one who won't fuckin' shut up and listen! Calm down and maybe you'll hear me!" he yells back. I smack my lips. Who does he think he's putting in their place like that tho? "I'm talkin' to you. Check your phone when I hang up." he instructs.  "Whatever." I say. then hang up.

Slim

"What you helping that bitch for? She talking to you like she yo momma, bruh." my guy TC says. "Her best friend out there somewhere so that shit was expected." I reply. These niggas act like something is wrong with helping somebody especially when nine times outta ten you the reason that shit going down. "That's her?" he asks, pointing at a black Hummer. "Look like it." I say. She parks the truck then gets out. "Ay, G, hit the back." I tell him. He looking at me like I got legs instead of my head at the top of my body. "Hell naw, cuz." he says. I raise my eyebrow.  "Nigga, get in the back before that ass be walkin'!" I snap. This my guy and all that but I know for a fact this my car. He shoots me a death glare then gets out. Yeah, that's what I thought.  Treasure shoots into her seat, shaking and all that.  "Dang, calm down." I say. "Would you be calm if France or somebody was out, probably hurting?" she screams. Damn, she got spit, snot, and tears flying all over the place. "Hell naw. Put her out." TC says. "Shut up!" she screams at him. "Get your bitch." he says. She rolls her eyes and looks at me. "Look, I understand you hurt but you need to calm down, real talk. You pissing me off. All that screaming and cussing uncalled for so cut it out." I say. "Who you think you talking to tho?" she asks. "You. What, you can't tell when somebody talking to you?" I ask. She rolls her eyes. "You know what... Just help me get my friend." she says. I crank up then pull off. "Guilty ass. Just yesterday yall couldn't stand each other." I say. "Please, Slim. Stop. I'm not in the mood." she says, putting her hand on her forehead. TC starts laughing. I chuckle. I'm so wrong mane. I think it's funny tho. Plus, it ain't like I lied. They was messy as hell in public. She still ain't off the hook for that. Soon as this over with imma put her in her place. She fine and all but I still don't tolerate that shit in my place of business.

Slim

"Shit..." I groan, stretching. I just got out the bed. I gotta go to my uncle house and talk money. Somebody rings my doorbell. "Who the hell at my door?" I say to myself, shaking my head. I grab my pistol off of the night stand and walk out of the room and down the stairs. I open the door and look around. "The fuck?" I say, walking out. Damn. Kennedie is in my bushes naked and knocked out with blood all over her. I pick her up. She has a piece of paper taped to her chest.  "Give me my money. Your bitch paid, you don't wanna know who's next." I read. My blood starts boiling. Don't nothing piss me off like a mothafucka testing my life, especially my family. I walk back into the house and lock the door. I walk upstairs and into the restroom. I pull the shower curtain back and clean the tub. I put the stopper in and turn the water on. I walk out and up the hall to my guest bathroom. I grab the Strawberry bubble bath my cousin left over here then walk back to the bathroom. I pour some into the water. I pull the note off of her chest and throw it into the sink. I kick my house shoes off and sit her limp body in the hot water. I step in and sit in. I pull her on my chest and wash the blood off of her face with the wash cloth. I frown at the cut beside her eyebrow. Damn, mane. It ain't nasty but it's noticeable. I soap the towel and gently wash all of the blood off of her then finish cleaning her. I pick her up and sit on the toilet seat, laying her across my lap. I grab the white and gold Versace towel and dry her body off. I reach over and grab the grease. I grease her up then grab a pair of my boxers and put them on her. I grab my orange polo tee shirt with the blue horse and put it on her. I pick her up and walk out the bathroom and back into my room. I lay her down in my California king bed then cover her up. She unconscious but she gon be straight. I take my wet clothes off and throw them in the bathroom floor. I sigh and plop down in the bed next to her. That's fucked up. They ain't had to touch lil momma. She don't have nothing to do with my life but that's how it go. The streets don't love you back. I don't turn the other cheek tho. Bet that.

This nigga deserves the humanitarian award, huh? Lmaoo

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