Fifteen! A Wars A Comin'

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"War Time, it's either yours or mine

Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine" -Tupac Shakur

| Dominic |

Here I was, at a point in my life where I may have to ultimately end my fathers life. The man who gave me life, and all over a female.
But the thing is, she ain't just no female.
She a woman. A woman who make's me laugh when I'm angry. Makes me smile when I'm sad.

Makes me mad when she's goofy, but around when I need her. Felt like God made her just for me. She the only girl I've ever given my heart to, but I know if she can make me feel like this, she can do it to another nigga.

That's why we in this situation now, right? She made my pops feel like she was the one. I guess that's not her fault though, it's just shawty personality. Her sweet, tough personality. I fell in love with that shit, knowing her past.

I had a past too though. As goofy as I act, a nigga can be serious. The last chick I cared about ended up fucking me over, and fucking my brother.

Four years of lies and she was living four different lives.

I wonder how Tra'Nell shit worked out. How lil man doing.

I wanted that kid man, y'all just don't know. After finding out I had a brother at the age of eight, I realized I ain't never want my kids to have to go through no shit like that. My kids were gone always be there for each other. They wouldn't grow up in this business like I had too. Lil niggas are gone get an education and play some sports or something.

Yeah, sports..

I woke up two hours later, sitting in the backseat of Dre's Hummer. I wiped my face and noticed Jay laying in my lap, still knocked out. My body was too tired to move, so I sat back and looked out the window. That's when I noticed where we were and why I was in the back of the car.

"Aye ma, wakey wakey." I shook Jay , but she didn't move .

"Come on baby, get up" I said pushing her slightly harder.

"Ouch motha.." I yelled. Light nigga bit the hell out of my thigh. She done fucked up nah.

I shifted slightly and and slowly undid my belt from across my jeans.

My mama always said

"Ain't no whoopin' like a whoopin' with a Gucci belt."

WOP!

"Son of a bitch!"

WOP!

"Don't call my mama no bitch guh." After I said that, her skinny ass jumped on me. She was not about to get this belt, so I bit her hand when it came towards my face. A nigga got to do, what he gotta do.

"Bitch!"

"Aww hell nah, say that shit again.." I lifted my belt up and she gasped.

"Okayyyyy baby, damn. Shit! My butt hurts, pleasee." She whined.

Cute ass get on my nerves. "Come er'." I laughed.

She pouted and slowly slid onto my lap. "You ain't have to beat me daddy." I started laughing even harder.

"You ain't have to bite me, I just wanted to tell yo' lil ass we at my moms crib." I felt her shift immediately out of my lap.

She hopped up. "Aww shit, she prolly think we back here fuckin." She said as she started fixing her makeup, so I just watched her. Lip liner, lipstick, lip gloss, mascara, foundation, man all types of shit.

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