hard.
“We did it!” I couldn’t help but to smile back at him.
A few nights before, I had gone through all my things and packed only the things I needed, and a few things that I just couldn’t leave behind. I had my things at Bird’s spot; that way, I wouldn't have to go back to my former home. I just wanted to forget everything and start over.
Sadly, since neither of us had ever had that much money before, we got carried away. Impromptu shopping sprees soon became a ritual. We wined and dined each other almost every day. Neither one of us thought about the money running out. We just lived in the moment, and it felt so damned good!
Lala finished my hair, and I slid her a hundred dollar bill. Though it killed my pockets to give her that shit, I smiled and kept it moving. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to think that I had fallen off. I exited the shop and hopped into my Camaro. Yeah it was fucked up, but I kept the car. Shit, it was a gift! Why not keep it? When I got in, I sunk into the leather seat and banged my head against the steering wheel.
How could I have been so fucking stupid? I never thought in a million years that only a year after hitting a nigga for $150 thousand I would be broke with nothing but clothes, purses, and shoes to show for it! AND I didn't even have my son back! I had gotten so caught up in this new life and money that I had neglected him once again. Luckily, when I was with Brick, he used to give me a daily allowance and I was smart enough to put some of that on the mortgage of the house I still had, or else my ass would be homeless right now.
Bird and me were on again and off again. Part of the reason was because the money was gone. I blamed him for our extravagant spending, and he blamed me for not preparing for a rainy day. Once again, I had fucked shit up. Now I was back to the drawing board; only this time, I had to figure out how I was going to stay away from Brick in this small ass city. If him being out was true, I knew without a doubt that he would come looking for me, and it would surely be hell to pay if he caught up with me.
The Game
Lyric
No matter how many times I went through Yandy’s plan in my head, I still felt like something was wrong. I mean, we usually did shit without Yandy because of her being older and niggas already knowing how she got down, but something about this time felt different. The fact that he harbored some kind of hate toward her should have been enough for her to back away, but of course, it didn't. Yandy would die for a dollar.
“Come on Lyric, we gotta dip so we don't have to wait in line that long. I ain’t trying to be in no damn prison all day.”
“What if this shit don’t even work, Des?” I hoped she agreed with me and would want to back out as well.
“Bitch I’s two of us going. That nigga gon’ wife one of us! What you scared of?”
I looked at her and saw the same look in her eyes that I used to have when I started this shit. She was hooked and no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to stop her. Sighing, I grabbed my purse and walked out of the house, waiting for Destiny to follow suit.
When she finally came out, she locked the door and slid into my Optima smiling.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m just thinking how if everything goes right, we could be set. We’d be able to dip and never look back,” she said.
I nodded my head and turned the music up before backing out of the driveway.
***
“What the hell do you mean he’s been released!?” I yelled at the guard. I had driven three fucking hours to get to this damn prison, stood in line for an hour to sign in, and waited almost three more hours just for this stupid bitch to tell me the nigga had gotten released a week ago. I’m sure the ugly bitch saw what name I put down, she could have said something then! I swear, stupid hoes annoyed me.
“Like I said. Mr. Donovan got out a week ago. Could you step to the
“We did it!” I couldn’t help but to smile back at him.
A few nights before, I had gone through all my things and packed only the things I needed, and a few things that I just couldn’t leave behind. I had my things at Bird’s spot; that way, I wouldn't have to go back to my former home. I just wanted to forget everything and start over.
Sadly, since neither of us had ever had that much money before, we got carried away. Impromptu shopping sprees soon became a ritual. We wined and dined each other almost every day. Neither one of us thought about the money running out. We just lived in the moment, and it felt so damned good!
Lala finished my hair, and I slid her a hundred dollar bill. Though it killed my pockets to give her that shit, I smiled and kept it moving. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to think that I had fallen off. I exited the shop and hopped into my Camaro. Yeah it was fucked up, but I kept the car. Shit, it was a gift! Why not keep it? When I got in, I sunk into the leather seat and banged my head against the steering wheel.
How could I have been so fucking stupid? I never thought in a million years that only a year after hitting a nigga for $150 thousand I would be broke with nothing but clothes, purses, and shoes to show for it! AND I didn't even have my son back! I had gotten so caught up in this new life and money that I had neglected him once again. Luckily, when I was with Brick, he used to give me a daily allowance and I was smart enough to put some of that on the mortgage of the house I still had, or else my ass would be homeless right now.
Bird and me were on again and off again. Part of the reason was because the money was gone. I blamed him for our extravagant spending, and he blamed me for not preparing for a rainy day. Once again, I had fucked shit up. Now I was back to the drawing board; only this time, I had to figure out how I was going to stay away from Brick in this small ass city. If him being out was true, I knew without a doubt that he would come looking for me, and it would surely be hell to pay if he caught up with me.
The Game
Lyric
No matter how many times I went through Yandy’s plan in my head, I still felt like something was wrong. I mean, we usually did shit without Yandy because of her being older and niggas already knowing how she got down, but something about this time felt different. The fact that he harbored some kind of hate toward her should have been enough for her to back away, but of course, it didn't. Yandy would die for a dollar.
“Come on Lyric, we gotta dip so we don't have to wait in line that long. I ain’t trying to be in no damn prison all day.”
“What if this shit don’t even work, Des?” I hoped she agreed with me and would want to back out as well.
“Bitch I’s two of us going. That nigga gon’ wife one of us! What you scared of?”
I looked at her and saw the same look in her eyes that I used to have when I started this shit. She was hooked and no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to stop her. Sighing, I grabbed my purse and walked out of the house, waiting for Destiny to follow suit.
When she finally came out, she locked the door and slid into my Optima smiling.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m just thinking how if everything goes right, we could be set. We’d be able to dip and never look back,” she said.
I nodded my head and turned the music up before backing out of the driveway.
***
“What the hell do you mean he’s been released!?” I yelled at the guard. I had driven three fucking hours to get to this damn prison, stood in line for an hour to sign in, and waited almost three more hours just for this stupid bitch to tell me the nigga had gotten released a week ago. I’m sure the ugly bitch saw what name I put down, she could have said something then! I swear, stupid hoes annoyed me.
“Like I said. Mr. Donovan got out a week ago. Could you step to the
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