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" fuck you! i never needed you!" my mom yelled at my dad.

"bitch you wouldn't have none of this shit if it wasn't for me!"

"you can get your shit and go!"

slap

"did you just- you hit me !"

"and i'll do it again."

i walked into my younger sister ju room.

"when are they gonna stop?" she hugged her blanket.

"i don't know. but don't worry about that because when i get this money we gone be rich and we gone be far away from here. " i small smiled.

"you promise?" she held out her pinky.

"promise. " i connected mines with hers.

"you hungry?" i asked.

"i tried to eat earlier but momma hit me. " she looked down in disappointment.

"where she hit you ju?"

"right here. " she showed me a bruise on her back.

"fuck. " i gasped touching it lightly making her flinch.

"i'll be back. " i got up walking to my room and called yas.

"hey girl. " she picked up on the second ring.

"hey.. can you come get me? please. " i bit my nails.

"yea.. what's going on?" she shuffled.

"my ma and dad fussing.. as you can see. " i flipped the camera on the hall way wall with a big hole in it.

"oh shit. i'm on the way. " she walked outside making me smile a little.

i hung up and got a bag and put some clothes in there and went back into ju's room and packed her a couple of clothes and picked her up.

"ow. " she referred to her back.

"sorry. " i eased off of it.

i went into my room shutting the door and locking it.



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Yas πŸ’™.
I'm here

Coming




I grabbed our bags and put ju back on my side and walked out.

"what the fuck?" i walked over broken glass and holey walls.

I walked to the car as yas popped the trunk so i could put our bags in. i seated ju in the back seat and strapped her up.

"she don't got a car seat?" yas looked back at us.

"yea but ion got time to be arguing with my ma about taking her baby. "

"it's ok we'll buy one. "

"where you going shae?" my dad walked on the porch as i closed the trunk.

"out. "

"where ju?"

"right here. "

"look.. i'm sorry. imma go get my own apartment and we gone be far away from your crazy ass mama. ok?"

"i hear you." i said not giving a fuck what he had to say.

i got in the front seat and sighed in disappointment.

"you wanna talk about it?" yas asked me.

"not right now. " i slouched in my seat looking ahead.

"look.. i know something's wrong with my bestfriend. behind that goofiness is a broken soul. you can talk to me, call me, or be with me at anytime. " she stared at the side of my face.

"ok. "

"shae look. " she said seriously making me look at her.

"i'm forreal. " she stared at my arm making me cross them.

we rode with low music playing in the back ground.

we arrived at yare's house a few minutes later and she walked out with a big duffel bag.

"damn girl where you going on vacation at?" yas scrunched her face.

"girl please this sum slight. " she got in the backseat. "ouu a baby. hey girly. " she did a baby tone.

"hey. " ju waved.

"damn it's hot. who cute little baby?"

"my little sister. "

"how old?"

"4"

"aw. " she cooed making me roll my eyes playfully. all ju did was attract attention.

"y'all ready?" yas asked.

"most def. " i sighed rubbing my face making yare look at me.

"you good jhit?"

"ye-"

"no she not. " yas interrupted.

"tell me. imma good therapist. "

"let's talk about it later. " i dismissed the conversation.






















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" get yo ass in the house! you wanna be grown? pull down ya pants!" my mom rough handled me.

"ma i wasn't doing anything. " i cried.

"trell told me you was. " she said referring to my stepdad.

"cause he don't like me ma. i'm telling the truth. " tears ran down my face.

"you think imma believe you over a grown man? turn around. "

she beat me so bad that night, i couldn't stand for a a long amount of time for weeks.

my dad is in prison because of something he didn't do. so this left me and my new born baby sister in doom. my mom always took her anger out on me. she stopped when she found out she was pregnant but when my dad went to prison she started back.

i would stay at my neighbor miss mary's house on the weekends just to get away from her. we didn't have family that we fucked with in new york so all i had was her.

my dad had met my mom in Kenya while he was on vacation with his fiancΓ© but he met my mother who was his waitress. they called it love at first sight. my dad left his sane fiancΓ© for my not known yet, psycho mother.

when my dad was in prison my mom hit the bottom of the pit. she started smoking cigarettes every five minutes and would drink all the time. she lost her job and i almost got took away by child protective services.

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" y'all ready?" yasmine asked making me and yare nod.

"let's go. "

we walked into the huge house and went our separate ways as planned.

we needed to stay out of contact with everyone and made sure we were not to be spotted in anybody's video. and the biggest rule of all.

don't get caught.








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3musketeers πŸ—½πŸ€.

Yas πŸ’™.
Y'all ready?

Yare πŸ–€.
yea i'm in here.

Y'all got the gloves right?

Yare πŸ–€.
yea.

Yas πŸ’™.
Grab as much money as you can




i exited out the thread and looked around to watch my surroundings.

i walked up stairs where yas was located.

"shit! it's not working!" she silently shouted as i closed the door behind me.

"what did you put?"

"12-5-3!"

"girl move. " i pushed her out the way and grabbed the paper from her.

i unlocked the lock and opened the safe amazed as ever.

"what you put?"

"it was 12-5-8. dumbass. "

i grabbed the duffel bag from under the office desk and put all the money in not leaving anything.

"call yare. "

i called yare and she didn't pick up so i called her again and she picked up.

"i'm out here, come on. i gotta piss. "

"you made sure all the cameras were off right?" i zipped up the bag.

"yea. " she hung up and we opened the window silently, looking down.

i looked to my left and right as yasmine closed the lock back.

i dropped the duffel bag from the 3 story house and it landed on the pillow as planed.

yare walked off with the bag as i stood at the window ready to count this money.

she returned back as few minutes later and fixed the ladder.

"you hear that?" yasmine peaked out the window as i climbed down the ladder.

"what?" i whispered.

"somebody's coming hurry!" she closed the window and i tried to keep a steady pace.

"almost here.. almost.. shit!" yare caught me from falling. "bitch i broke my nail!"

"my bad." i made a yikes face dusting myself off and helping her up.

we walked to the back of the house and waited for yasmine to pull around so we could take the back way out.

a few minutes later she pulled round' back and we got in.

i sighed in relief as she drove off.

"y'all sure nobody was out here?" yare asked.

"i'm sure. " i shrugged.

"i made sure, i looked. " yasmine said.

i opened the duffel bag and rubbed the stacks of money on my face.

"me and my sister gone be good fasho. " i flicked it.

"right. " yas nodded.

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