Moni ran home hurriedly, bumping into people who were outside walking and kids who were playing on the sidewalk or streets. She collided into this elderly man who was walking very slowly with a cane in his hand, the two of them almost fell down.

"W-what? Watch where you are going, young lady!" The old man shouted, his voice all raspy. Moni thought that he could've had a heart attack right then and there by the way he was straining himself.

Embarrassed, Moni continued running home then soon yelled over her shoulder, "Sorry sir!"

The old man composed himself, fixing his attire then shaking his head. "Kids these days," he muttered angrily, before continuing his peaceful walk.

Moni made it home. She frantically took her keys out of her book-bag and unlocked the door.

Throwing her school items on the leather couch that was in the living room, she sped walked to her room and opened the computer monitor.

Since the ordeal that happened in school earlier with Erick, she wanted to know if that motherfucker was about his word; if that he in fact posted her video on social media.

She typed in her password on Instagram and scrolled down her timeline. Nothing is out of the sort, she thought to herself as she continued scrolling down. Moni didn't see anything. No video was reposted, she wasn't tagged in anything, she didn't even get any pending follow requests.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Moni sunk back into her chair closing her eyes.

This nigga was never on shit with his stupid ass, she cockily thought to herself. That's all niggas do, CAP, CAP, and CAP.

Moni's thoughts were soon interrupted when her phone started to ring. She snapped out of her thoughts, pulling her phone out of her pocket and bringing it to her face. Nyokia's number. Moni slide the answer button and placed the phone in her ear.

"Moni, Girl.." Nyokia said, her voice showed concern. "Have you been on Instagram or checked it?"

Moni had a lump in her throat. She sat up and responded, "Yes, I been on there, but I don't see anything posted." Moni feared the worst. If she didn't see anything on her half then Nyokia must have seen it, which is most likely why she called her bestfriend.

"Go to erickkkkkspams_! Now!" Nyokia instructed. "Go look on the page!"

Unfamiliar with that account, Moni typed it in the search bar. An account with a profile picture of a lightskin nigga puckering his bright, pink lips so close to the camera popped up. Moni gasped.

She clicked her phone off and quickly clicked on the account. Her mouth dropped all the way into her lap and her eyes widened when she saw, about an hour ago, Erick posted a video of her sucking dick and a collage of her 2-3 year old nudes to his "spam page."

Moni felt tears well in her eyes as she placed her hand over her mouth and clicked on the video, which had almost 300 views, scrolling down to see the comments.

Damn, who dis thot? 😂

Bruh..is that my homegirl Moni? 🤮 I never would have expected to see this shit yo...

Why they did ole girl like that, the shit ain't cool. SMFH, ya childish! I'm reporting!

Dam! Shorty can suckkkk! 😻👅 I want my shit sucked like THAT!

Ewwwww, ole boy dick small and shorty look nasty! 🤢

Smh, wat a shame to see these females degrading themselves nowadays, especially to dese no shit ass niggas.

I wanna SMASH 👅💦

Them tits look like pennies & they prolly smell like pennies too EWLKKKKK 💀

At least her punani pink in the middle, some of y'all hoes shi brown and musty!

Unable to read anymore of the comments, without signing out of her account, Moni closed the window and got up from her computer and flopped down on the bed.

She covered her eyes but her tears still escaped. She sobbed loudly, heaving her chest, not holding back how she was feeling. Moni felt defeated and ashamed. She knew she wasn't perfect or innocent. The shit that she's done, she's tried to move past from but it seems to always haunt her and always come back.

Moni made several mistakes during her freshman year of high school. She wasn't cute as she was now and very awkward. All of the guys looked at her as a childish ass, underdeveloped girl. Feeling insecure about herself and that nobody would ever love or date her, she turned to online relationships. There were many risks when it came to online dating but the major one was CATFISHING.

Moni met a guy on Instagram named Malik. At the time she was 15 and he was 18, or so he said. The two always texted. When he saw Moni's pictures on her Instagram, to him, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he's ever spoken to or dated on the internet. Not a day went by without him complimenting her and always putting her in high spirits.

They've always been on the phone, but never on FaceTime. Moni always probed Malik to get on FaceTime but he always declined, saying that his room lights were out. And when Moni told him to just go into a different room with the lights on, he'd say, "My parents are sleeping."

She dismissed the situation and never thought he was a catfish because he always sent her videos and pictures of himself.

One day, Malik sauced Moni enough with his words that she sent him a couple of nude pictures and videos of her playing with her pussy. It was her first time doing any of those things. She felt highly uncomfortable but really felt like she was finally loved and appreciated by somebody. But she was wrong.

A couple of months later, Malik started to lose interest in Moni. He began to hardly call her, compliment her, and they began to have heated arguments.

One day, Malik just wanted to move on, so he started an argument with Moni, calling her a clingy, ugly bitch who was just somebody that he could take advantage of.

"I'm gone expose your dumbass," Malik texted her. "So you can leave me the fuck alone."

"Go ahead and do it," I don't care, Moni challenged. She thought that Malik was only saying it to get a rise out of her and that he didn't really mean it, but he did. Later that day on instagram, he posted all of the nudes she's sent him during the period of their 5 month relationship.

Moni wanted to kill herself, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was young and it was a mistake that she had made by trusting a faceless internet nigga.

"To live in life, you gotta learn," her father told her when he saw her pictures. "Moni, you made a huge mistake, you can't erase it but you can learn from it and move on."

People have saved the pictures and videos ever since, but it died down a long time ago. Now, this video of Moni sucking a nigga up in the backseat of his car, wasn't going to die down anytime soon. She was pressured into doing it and gave in, oblivious that he was recording her.

Moni cried even louder. Now everyone knew what she was like. She wondered if her best-friend would judge her and if any of the faculty members saw this, how would they now view their straight A student?

She hugged her knees and curled up into a ball on her bed, sobbing softly. The thought of her wanting to just disappear into thin air was soon taken over by her sleep.

~~

Moni woke up hours later with a head splitting ache. She groggily got up from her bed, still wearing the clothes she wore from school and stretched.

Yawning, she lazily walked into her bathroom to examine herself in the mirror. Her hair was all over the place. Seeing her eyes bloodshot, she turned on sink faucet and splashed cold water on her tear stained cheeks.

Moni heard her phone go off and rushed over to get it. 'Jonathan ❤️' popped up on the phone screen and she picked it up.

Jonathan was Moni's internet boo, but unlike Malik, he wasn't a catfish. They've FaceTimed, call each other day and night, and exchange pictures and videos. But Moni never exchanged any explicit pictures to him, learning from her past Mistake with Malik but, Jonathan never really asked for explicit pictures anyways. He respected his girlfriend, even knowing how bad she was dealt with in the past. They lived in the same state, only an hour away but he never had the transportation to go and visit Moni and neither did she.

"Hey bae," Moni said, slightly smiling. She absolutely loved Jonathan. If she was feeling sad, he was always there to brighten up her mood. "Wassup?"

Jonathan sighed heavily into the phone before he said, "I saw your video, Moni. Why you did that shit bro?"

Moni's heart sank to her stomach. The video had gotten so far that even her nigga saw it. Now she wondered what would happen now.

She stayed silent for a moment before answering him. "It was a MISTAKE. I didn't think shit would happen or this shit would get anywhere, bae I swear."

"Nah woe, I'm not your nigga or your bae nomo'," Jonathan said nonchalantly. "Delete my number, block my instagram, snapchat and all of that. I don't want shit to do with you anymore. You got a nigga out here looking stupid over your hoe ass."

Moni felt like her whole world was crashing down. Not only was she humiliated on social media, but she was losing the love of her life.

"Jonathan please," Moni pleaded as more tears began to well into her eyes. "I-"

"No! Shut the fuck up!" He interjected, he wasn't gonna hear any bullshit excuse nor was he trying to. "I'm done, we're done. Get the fuck off my line."

The phone disconnected seconds after. A distraught Moni threw her phone at the wall and climbed back into her bed and under covers. She didn't want to ever wake up.