Simone Laysia Brown
|Cece|
December 13th
"Niggas still outchea stealing chains". I said to Keon
"Act like this is LA"
I held my hand up, "Aye, LA is worse tho"
"You ain't lie, specially Crenshaw". He nodded his head
"Crenshaw real ghetto, remember that movie?"
He snapped his fingers, "Menace || Society"
"Prime example"
"My heart broke when Shariffe died". I said
That shit was heartbreaking because Shariffe told his friends to stay of the streets, the hood had they own Malcolm X but ain't listen to him.
"Y'know, died and he had a future planned and errything". I said as we were walking to the ock
Keon nodded his head, "That shit fucked me up forreal. A nigga cried". He said
"Not even finna call you a pussy for that cause it was real sad". I said as we got in the ock
He slapped some money in my hand, "Aye, buy yo' shit. I gotta talk to my niggas"
I waved him off, "Ayt, whatever. But we better leave as soon as I'm done"
"I gotchu". He hollered from afar
Niggas always leaving me somewhere
I went up to the man behind the counter, "Y'all still got burritos, Andrew?". I asked
"Cece?". He widened his eyes
"Potna". I dapped him up
"How you doing". He asked
I smiled, "I'm good, how's business going"
"Aye, you still owe me $12 for that beef jerky. Business will be booming once you pay me back". He said making me laugh
"How about no, c'mon. We go way back". I laughed
When I was in my teens, my friends and I used to steal alot of shit from here till one day he caught us and I took the fall. My mama beat my ass that day, I had a limp in my walk for two weeks.
"So do that money, pay up first or no service". He held his hand out
Boring ass nigga
I sucked my teeth giving him the money and he gave me a smile.
"Now what can I do for you today, chicca?". He asked
"You still understand Spanish?"
"I understand, I communicate too. I'm a fucking bilingual, hit me". I said making him laugh
"Now Andrew, todavía venden burritos?". I asked
"todavía están cocinando. ¿Cuánto quieres?"
"Dos". I held up two fingers
"Bet that up". He said dapping me up
"Still a but gangsta, I see"
"That shit been in me given that I used stay here since birth"
"Ight, they'll be out inna minute"
I blew him a kiss, "Thank you, Andrew"
He waved me off, "Yeah whatever". He said walking to the back
I tapped my fingers on the couter that I remembered something.
I snapped my fingers, "Gatorade"
I walked to the fridge to get two cans of Gatorade. I opened the fridge bending to get it because it was at the bottom.
I don't why Andrew got these low ass cases.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and I got up seeing who it was.
A face I swore I'd never come across again, the nigga who scarred me for life.
I quickly backed away dropping my two cans of Gatorade but I didn't care, I needed to leave, fast.
"Andrew, the burritos finished yet". I called out as the nigga that was the reason of why I had a fucked past smirked at me
"Twenty more minutes, it's jamming"
"Make it fifteen please"
"Wait twenty minutes, chicca"
I started whimpering as I shook, taking a step back, he took a step closer.
He reached to touch my face and I shrieked and in a flash he strangled me.
"Shut the fuck up, Laysia". He sneered as I tried to remove his hands from my neck
"I can't breathe, Landon". I cried softly and he let go
I coughed violently trying to catch my breathe.
He rubbed my back, "Laysia Jackson". He said
I glared at him through my tears, "Fucking Brown, Laysia Brown"
"Not when we got married, it wasn't"
Landon has entered the buliding😃
This where all the drama starts, hope y'all ready(okay maybe I'm gassing it too much)
