Free Prison Throne by T. Styles Page B

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    It seemed like every other month, if he wasn’t in jail for bullshit, he was spotted with some bitch who thought because he looked exotic she had to see if his cum was sweet.
    Miserable bitches!
    Miserable Rasim!
    For the past six years Snow had proven to be a good bitch. A real loyal bitch who didn’t pledge allegiance to the flag but to his dick.
    And when Rasim found himself in the crack game, it was Snow who helped him cook in between her classes. She was beside herself with anger. He spoke of loyalty often. But what good was it to rep loyalty when the words held no weight?
    When she made a right onto Ohio Drive in southwest DC, she followed the signs into Hains Point. The water, which enclosed the park, shimmered when kissed with sunlight. Any other time, it would be beautiful but the way Snow felt, she considered running her car into the icy Potomac River.
    “God, I love this man,” she prayed. “I know you see my heart. Please don’t let what I’m told be true.”
    As she steered her car around the perimeter of the park, it wasn’t long before she spotted Selena’s black Suburban. It was in full bling mode parked near the Awakening sculpture. The art showcased a man who appeared to be climbing out of the ground.
    Snow clutched the steering wheel tighter and pressed her foot harder on the gas. When she was closer, she parked any kind of way, jumped out, left her door open and shuffled toward the truck with clenched fists. Snow didn’t fight but she allowed her body to move as if she wanted to. She stomped harder than the most thorough marching band down south.
    But soon her courage was gone. Because as she peered through the windshield, she witnessed her man in the passenger seat with his head hung back and his lids closed. Although it appeared that the driver’s seat was empty, she knew the real deal. Gone were the days of complete naivety. Snow was smart as a whip.
    Damn , them niggas slipping. What if I was the police?
    Wanting to catch him in the act, she lowered her body and crept toward the passenger side. When she was upon the truck she banged heavily on the window with intentions to break it.
    But her mouth fell open when she saw Selena’s jaws wrapped around her dude’s dick like a glove. Seeing his lady’s face, Rasim shoved the Latina by way of her forehead so that he could hop out and beg for Snow’s mercy.
    However, Selena had other ideas. Behind Rasim’s back she grinned at Snow, turned the truck on and whipped it to the right as she fled the scene with Rasim in tow.
    Confused, Snow darted into the middle of the street in an attempt to catch the truck but Selena was ghost.
    Snow dropped to her knees and sobbed uncontrollably as she pounded the pavement so hard her hands bled.
     
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    The fireplace crackled as Snow curled up in a ball on her mother. She was sobbing uncontrollably into her breasts as Maureen rubbed her back. Snow was in full baby mode.
    This had become such a common affair that although Maureen didn’t want her daughter hurting, she had grown slightly unsympathetic to the issue.
                  “I don’t know what else to do, mama,” she said as her tears dampened her mother’s shirt. “I love him so much but he doesn’t love me back. He doesn’t care how much he hurts me or how he makes me feel!”
                  Of course Maureen didn’t like the way Rasim was treating Snow but she also knew she went through the same thing with Lamont. So who was she to point a hypocritical finger? 
                  “You know Rasim loves you, Snow. But you gave him the key to your heart. So you don’t own it anymore,” she schooled. “The way I see it, is like this, you have two options and you must choose wisely. Either deal with the women that he will continue to have in his life,” she gently touched her face, “or leave. The outcome, although not easy, is totally up to you.”
                  Huffing