was just a fuck. He don't want you. Now, I saw your diary."
Her mother ran out from her bedroom and into Yay’s room. They were face to face.
“ No, bitch you ran him off.” She told Yay. "You shouldn't have been born."
That stung. Yay’s feelings were hurt, but she would never show it.
“ Who is this nigga? Please tell me so I can beg him to come back and get your pill-head ass, and take you wherever the fuck he been hiding. I promise I’ll be just like him and won’t think twice about your crazy ass."
Yay looked her mother up and down with pity.
"Who the hell wants a pill-head to call their own.” She said and chuckled.
"Watch your mouth before I fuck you up." Her mother warned.
"Fuck you. Now please get out my room; I have shit to do." Yay said.
"You disrespectful bitch." She said and slapped Yay.
Out of reflex, Yay slapped her back. It was not the first time her mother slapped her but it was the first time Yay hit her back. Her mother was in shock. The feeling Yay got out of hitting her mother gave her a rush, so she hit her again. This time she punched her in the nose causing her head to fall back. That’s when the cat fight began. They were scratching and pulling hair. Kicking and cursing. After about two minutes, they both were tired. Yay stopped. Yay’s mom walked back to her room. Yay immediately walked over to the mirror to exam her face. She had a few red marks on her face, but nothing a little make-up couldn't cover. I should fuck her up she said when she saw the long scare on her right breast.
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Close to an hour later, Yay was dressed and pulling out of her parking spot. The weather was warm so she rolled with the sunroof up allowing the warm summer breeze to roam throughout her car. Yay’s first stop was to pick up her home girl, P in Watts and then they were headed to Compton. When she got to P’s house, Yay got out to go inside. Paris had a blunt and a glass of Patron waiting. After they smoked their blunt and finished a glass of Patron, the two divas were ready to head to the function on the West Side of Compton. The effects from the blunt and liquor put Yay in a way better mood. She was in so much of a good mood that she didn't even trip about the fact that the party was at a house; well a mini mansion. Later Yay found out that a doctor (RIP, Dr. Chavez) used to live there, but after he was killed, his folks started renting the spot out for different events.
It was so freaking crowded that Yay had to park across the street in the park; even then, she had to create her own parking spot behind another car on the grass. I hope they don't tow my shit, Yay thought as she and Paris got out the car.
"Bitch you know I don't do house parties. But-"
Paris cut her off. "It’s a mansion party. Now put your baller radar on and let's snag us one with paper."
"Okayyyy…" Yay said and hit her hand to agree.
The two divas walked across the street and into the gate of the mansion. The guard that invited Paris spotted the dark brown, curvy, freaky stripper at the gate. He smiled and radioed the front gate guard to let her in. Once she and Yay were in the gate and up the steps that lead to the entrance of the mansion, the guard walked over. He greeted her with a kiss and thanked her for coming and whispered in her ear. She smiled and thanked him for inviting her. He had crush on P and was hoping that his courtesy will get him some play. He knew his looks and small bank roll wouldn't get a sexy gold digging dime like that.
"Where's your boss?" P asked. That was her way of letting him know that she was not interested in small money. She wanted his boss is the owner of Chump Change production.
"He’s out of town. He don't fuck with shit like this."
"Oh. Well this is my girl, Delicious, who I'm sure you know from the club."
He nodded to say yes. Damn he a big black
Her mother ran out from her bedroom and into Yay’s room. They were face to face.
“ No, bitch you ran him off.” She told Yay. "You shouldn't have been born."
That stung. Yay’s feelings were hurt, but she would never show it.
“ Who is this nigga? Please tell me so I can beg him to come back and get your pill-head ass, and take you wherever the fuck he been hiding. I promise I’ll be just like him and won’t think twice about your crazy ass."
Yay looked her mother up and down with pity.
"Who the hell wants a pill-head to call their own.” She said and chuckled.
"Watch your mouth before I fuck you up." Her mother warned.
"Fuck you. Now please get out my room; I have shit to do." Yay said.
"You disrespectful bitch." She said and slapped Yay.
Out of reflex, Yay slapped her back. It was not the first time her mother slapped her but it was the first time Yay hit her back. Her mother was in shock. The feeling Yay got out of hitting her mother gave her a rush, so she hit her again. This time she punched her in the nose causing her head to fall back. That’s when the cat fight began. They were scratching and pulling hair. Kicking and cursing. After about two minutes, they both were tired. Yay stopped. Yay’s mom walked back to her room. Yay immediately walked over to the mirror to exam her face. She had a few red marks on her face, but nothing a little make-up couldn't cover. I should fuck her up she said when she saw the long scare on her right breast.
****************
Close to an hour later, Yay was dressed and pulling out of her parking spot. The weather was warm so she rolled with the sunroof up allowing the warm summer breeze to roam throughout her car. Yay’s first stop was to pick up her home girl, P in Watts and then they were headed to Compton. When she got to P’s house, Yay got out to go inside. Paris had a blunt and a glass of Patron waiting. After they smoked their blunt and finished a glass of Patron, the two divas were ready to head to the function on the West Side of Compton. The effects from the blunt and liquor put Yay in a way better mood. She was in so much of a good mood that she didn't even trip about the fact that the party was at a house; well a mini mansion. Later Yay found out that a doctor (RIP, Dr. Chavez) used to live there, but after he was killed, his folks started renting the spot out for different events.
It was so freaking crowded that Yay had to park across the street in the park; even then, she had to create her own parking spot behind another car on the grass. I hope they don't tow my shit, Yay thought as she and Paris got out the car.
"Bitch you know I don't do house parties. But-"
Paris cut her off. "It’s a mansion party. Now put your baller radar on and let's snag us one with paper."
"Okayyyy…" Yay said and hit her hand to agree.
The two divas walked across the street and into the gate of the mansion. The guard that invited Paris spotted the dark brown, curvy, freaky stripper at the gate. He smiled and radioed the front gate guard to let her in. Once she and Yay were in the gate and up the steps that lead to the entrance of the mansion, the guard walked over. He greeted her with a kiss and thanked her for coming and whispered in her ear. She smiled and thanked him for inviting her. He had crush on P and was hoping that his courtesy will get him some play. He knew his looks and small bank roll wouldn't get a sexy gold digging dime like that.
"Where's your boss?" P asked. That was her way of letting him know that she was not interested in small money. She wanted his boss is the owner of Chump Change production.
"He’s out of town. He don't fuck with shit like this."
"Oh. Well this is my girl, Delicious, who I'm sure you know from the club."
He nodded to say yes. Damn he a big black
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