XXX Underground Playgrounds: La La's Story by Ms. Pantha Jones Page A
Authors: Ms. Pantha Jones
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to go.” He threw back as he walked out.
“Fuck that nigga Bone, she said to herself as she pulled out her stash she picked up off the stage, shit it wasn’t 10g’s but it will do for now, besides she had other shit to do and that other shit involved a 5 million dollar contract. Envy went to go meet up with Don’s fine ass.
Jah Mabone followed Envy the next day ending up at the football player’s crib. He watched what was going on in amusement until Doll pull out that gun. Nobody was going to ruin him getting to the bottom of how his sweet Jazzy got into Doll’s and Envy’s bullshit.
Doll
Doll had been off her meds for at least two days; the amount of X pills that Envy left behind was enough to take her mind to a different place. She didn’t know how she made it to his house in one piece, but she did. She was running off genuine anger, she was on the verge of insanity. She couldn’t remember how she got the fish guts but she made sure she put it to good use. Doll saw a stash of weed, she never rolled a blunt in her life but you had better believe she made it smokeable. She looked around for something to drink she didn’t want to drink just anything she wanted to drink his expensive shit. She grabbed a bottle of Van Gogh; she knew that Gin was damn near 500 a bottle.
Doll wanted to hear DMX, the darkness that overtook her needed theme music and X was the choice for the soundtrack. She inflicted havoc on Don’s house, and she wasn’t done yet. She grew madder by the minute when it appeared he hadn’t been at home for a while. She couldn’t believe this shit, he asked her to marry him, he cheated again and now he wants to disappear.
Her father voice invaded her mind; she did everything to get him out. She couldn’t listen to him; he was the reason why she was like she was. He made her take her mother’s medication for her schizophrenia and the Ambien. To this day, she has no idea why he made her take it. If she would have asked she would have known her father was making her take it out of guilt, in the hopes she wouldn’t remember what was going on in her life before her mother. For several nights, Doll had nightmares and her father just wanted her to shut up. He wanted her to disappear when she was in the house, so he started medicating her.
She didn’t start hearing voices and doing crazy shit until after that. Throwing bottles and cursing the voice out only cease it momentarily. She wished she could hear her mother’s voice instead. Her father never liked her best friend and he seemed to never have liked his own daughter either, so why would she believe him when he said Envy was no good.
Not once did Doll think of Envy and her part in the scheme of things. To Doll, Envy was the closest thing she had to family, she knew her past but she never once threw it in her face. Envy was always looking out for her with the girls at school to schooling her on her cheating ass men. She taught her how to dress well. Well she tried to but Doll couldn’t see herself in the clothes Envy wore. She couldn’t see herself hanging out with the people she hung out with or doing the things she did. Doll thought it was because she was inadequate to Envy but in reality, she just had more self-respect than Envy did. A car driving up stopped her reminiscing and she looked out the window
***
Envy was smiling from ear to ear as she stepped out of the car with Donovan. Ms. Goody Goody gave up her man with her dumb ass. Shit, fuck that she gave up a life of luxury without getting hard evidence that he actually did cheat. MMMph, always looking down on my clothes and shit, as if she were better than I was. Went off to college and got uppity and shit like she didn’t come from where I’m
“Fuck that nigga Bone, she said to herself as she pulled out her stash she picked up off the stage, shit it wasn’t 10g’s but it will do for now, besides she had other shit to do and that other shit involved a 5 million dollar contract. Envy went to go meet up with Don’s fine ass.
Jah Mabone followed Envy the next day ending up at the football player’s crib. He watched what was going on in amusement until Doll pull out that gun. Nobody was going to ruin him getting to the bottom of how his sweet Jazzy got into Doll’s and Envy’s bullshit.
Doll
Doll had been off her meds for at least two days; the amount of X pills that Envy left behind was enough to take her mind to a different place. She didn’t know how she made it to his house in one piece, but she did. She was running off genuine anger, she was on the verge of insanity. She couldn’t remember how she got the fish guts but she made sure she put it to good use. Doll saw a stash of weed, she never rolled a blunt in her life but you had better believe she made it smokeable. She looked around for something to drink she didn’t want to drink just anything she wanted to drink his expensive shit. She grabbed a bottle of Van Gogh; she knew that Gin was damn near 500 a bottle.
Doll wanted to hear DMX, the darkness that overtook her needed theme music and X was the choice for the soundtrack. She inflicted havoc on Don’s house, and she wasn’t done yet. She grew madder by the minute when it appeared he hadn’t been at home for a while. She couldn’t believe this shit, he asked her to marry him, he cheated again and now he wants to disappear.
Her father voice invaded her mind; she did everything to get him out. She couldn’t listen to him; he was the reason why she was like she was. He made her take her mother’s medication for her schizophrenia and the Ambien. To this day, she has no idea why he made her take it. If she would have asked she would have known her father was making her take it out of guilt, in the hopes she wouldn’t remember what was going on in her life before her mother. For several nights, Doll had nightmares and her father just wanted her to shut up. He wanted her to disappear when she was in the house, so he started medicating her.
She didn’t start hearing voices and doing crazy shit until after that. Throwing bottles and cursing the voice out only cease it momentarily. She wished she could hear her mother’s voice instead. Her father never liked her best friend and he seemed to never have liked his own daughter either, so why would she believe him when he said Envy was no good.
Not once did Doll think of Envy and her part in the scheme of things. To Doll, Envy was the closest thing she had to family, she knew her past but she never once threw it in her face. Envy was always looking out for her with the girls at school to schooling her on her cheating ass men. She taught her how to dress well. Well she tried to but Doll couldn’t see herself in the clothes Envy wore. She couldn’t see herself hanging out with the people she hung out with or doing the things she did. Doll thought it was because she was inadequate to Envy but in reality, she just had more self-respect than Envy did. A car driving up stopped her reminiscing and she looked out the window
***
Envy was smiling from ear to ear as she stepped out of the car with Donovan. Ms. Goody Goody gave up her man with her dumb ass. Shit, fuck that she gave up a life of luxury without getting hard evidence that he actually did cheat. MMMph, always looking down on my clothes and shit, as if she were better than I was. Went off to college and got uppity and shit like she didn’t come from where I’m
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