Free Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang by Cairo

fuck what he was gonna do. So I believed him.
    I got up to run into my room, but while I was goin’ past him, he yanked me by the arm and covered my mouth with his big hand to keep me from screamin’. I could smell Juanita’s pussy on his fingas. The tears I tried holdin’ back started pourin’ outta my eyes as the nigga threatened, and warned, me to not make a sound.
    He put his hot, stank breath up against my ear and reminded me in a whisper, “If you tell, I’m gonna kill you. You understand me?” I quickly nodded. “Besides, who you think she’s gonna believe, anyway—me or you?”
    He must’a heard sumthin’ ’cause he let me go. I raced in my room and shut my door. I buried my face into my pillow, cryin’. A few minutes later, my door swung open, the light switch was flipped up and Juanita was in my room, foamin’ at the mouth.
    “Bitch, what da fuck you doin’ up this time’a night, hunh?”
    “I-I-I,” I stuttered, wipin’ my eyes, “…was watch—”
    She cut me off, screamin’. “When it’s time for ya ass to be in bed, that’s the fuck where I ’pect ya ass to stay ’til it’s time for ya ass to wake the fuck up for school! Not sneakin’ ’round this muthafuckin’ house listenin’ to what the fuck I’m doin!”
    My eyes widened as I looked up at her. I was shocked at how crazy she looked. Do you think that bitch asked why my eyes were red and swollen, or why the fuck I was cryin’? No! The only thing that cum-hungry ho was worried ’bout was why I was standin’ in the bathroom doorway lookin’ at her man takin’ apiss. Can you believe that shit? That’s what that snake-ass nigga told her when he went back into the bedroom, wakin’ her up. And the dizzy bitch believed ’im.
    “What da fuck you doin’ lookin’ at my man’s dick, hunh?”
    “I wasn’t, Mommy,” I said. “He-he tried…”
    “Don’t you fuckin’ lie to me! I should knock the shit outta ya sneaky, lyin’ ass. If you ever do some muthafuckin’ shit like that again I’m a beat ya fresh ass ’til it bleeds.”
    Then that dirty muthafucka had the audacity to walk in my room, smirkin’. “C’mon, baby,” he said to her, eyein’ me all sly ’n shit, “I think she gets the point.”
    “Well, she fuckin’ better,” she snapped, cuttin’ her eyes at me. “’Cause the next time it won’t be no muthafuckin’ talkin’. It’s gonna be my fist in her ass.” She rolled her eyes at me as he slowly tugged her by the arm, pullin’ her outta the room. Then he fuckin’ glanced over his shoulder at me and winked, closin’ the door behind him.
    That stinkin’ bitch walked ’round the house for almost three weeks servin’ a bitch ’tude like I was tryna steal her muthafuckin’ bum-ass nigga. Fuckin’ pathetic! So do you really think I’ma break my neck and give a fuck ’bout sum bitch who turned her muthafuckin’ back on me, not once…not twice, but all’a my muthafuckin’ life?
    I ain’t ’bout to be stressed over sum shit I can’t change. Not today! I take one last, deep toke, then put out the tip, tossin’ it over the railin’. I spark up another round, sit for a hot minute wit’ my eyes closed, puffin’. I’m so over that hatin’-ass bitch, I think, gettin’ up and goin’ back into the bedroom. I leave the balcony doors open, allow the breeze to sweep through the room as I make plans to get showered and go out and do what I do best. Shop!

CHAPTER SEVEN
Thick nose…thick lips…cocky muhfucka…got dat swagga… make’a bitch wanna open up da thighs…let ’im push in da tip…stretch out da hips…nut on da nigga’s dick…but’a slick bitch ain’t tryna get played…gotta keep it on da low…move in slow…give da nigga just enough…’fore he ends up slayed…
    “N igga, you wanna get my pussy’s attention, then you gonna need to come a lil’ harder than that,” I snap at this arrogant fuck talkin’ ’bout how he wanna bang my guts up. I swear, this nigga