Bambi

by Ladii Nesha

“Girl, fucking my brains out like crazy. Nigga had me seeing stars this morning. I might fuck around and buy him a short set or some shit.”

“I’m saying, he probably could fuck me good and have me on the hoe stroll for real. What you think? You think I could be a hoe?” She asked. Shayla dropped her head, and Tristen and King burst out laughing.

Bambi laughed to herself and kept walking. She could have easily put him on front street just as Shayla did, but that wasn’t her MO. If he wanted to act like they didn’t talk every night, that was cool with her. She’d give him the same energy the next time he called.

“Lord, please help me keep my legs closed,” she prayed,

“Boy, I promise you’ll fall in love with me before I do.”

Girl let him know!

I like ’em all. Young, old, thin, and wide,” Tristen grinned. “You a fucking dog, yo.” “Woof woof, nigga.”

“Nah, Bambi told me to make her some,” he admitted. Tristen took off running to the balcony and looked at the sky. He rubbed his eyes trying to get a better view of the sky.

“I mean, you was holding on to them bitches like I was about to rape yo ass or something.”

“Bihhhhh, I’d go to jail for the dick, take the charge, behind bars, lock me up for the dick.” “Stopppp,” Tristen held his stomach. “Snitch for the dick, all in open court taking hits for the dick.”

“Imma feign for the dick, if I ain’t got it, I’m goin’ lookin’ acting a fool for dick, and I’m slicing hoes for the dick, he ain’t yours he’s mine, committed a crime for the dick. Aye, I’m a beast with the dick, squirt on it, twerk on it, straight freak for the dick,” Bambi rapped.

“I know because I wrote my name all in that pussy. Shit, you probably wanna get my name tatted on the other side, huh?” He smirked.

“Nah, sit down. I told this dumb ass bitch to leave. You think this shit funny. I don’t give a fuck if the president called you over here. If I didn’t tell you to come, then I didn’t want you here. You keep popping up on me and shit, but what do I have to offer you?” King snapped, looking at Hanna and still holding on to Bambi's hand.

“Do something Tree!” Shayla begged. She felt helpless, but then something snapped inside her. She ran to grab her purse, and without warning, she pulled out her taser and stuck it to King’s back. He instantly started shaking, and Bambi pushed him off her. “The fuck?” Tristen ran up to her, but Shayla turned and tased him too. His body dropped next to King. “Bitch, you lucky I don’t have any more power!” Shayla snarled, throwing the empty cartridges at Hanna, and then punching her in the face.

“I need you to stay with me. I feel fucking alone. Is that what you wanna hear? That being around you is the only thing that’s been keeping me sane. Keeping you close is the only way I know how to show you love, B. I’m not built for this shit. Fuck man. Just stay with me,” King pleaded.

“What about Tree?” “Shit, what about him? I don’t take that shit from Tree. When he starts acting bad, so do I. I’ve never been the type to let a nigga walk over me.” “So I’m letting King walk over me?”

Yes. You are. Tf. Talk to her Shay!

He’s fine and all, but no man is worth your dignity, and that’s on God.”

“Don’t be mad at me, be mad at that nigga because I showed up when you called. Can yo...

“No, I’m her cousin. And if you keep playing with her, I’m going to show you crazy,” she pushed past him. She didn’t give a flying fuck if Tristen was his brother. If he had something to say, he could get it too.

“I did some fucked up shit to you. I played on the fact that I was your first and knew your ass wasn’t going anywhere, but you surprised me. It fucks me up because I know you aren’t coming back and that hurts more than anything. Aye, but look, I promise if you wake up, I’ll leave you alone. If you wanna be with that crazy ass nigga, then I’ll accept that. I’ll let you go, but you have to wake up. You’re too good of a person for the world to lose, and that’s on GOD. I love you, B, and I always will.” Jace kissed her forehead and left as smoothly as he came.

“Yooo, she wild as hell. Fuck all that shit Spade be talking about; you better marry that girl.” “I guess I might have to,” Tristen agreed, still in awe at what she’d done for him.