WARNING: This chapter contains descriptive writing on child abuse, mental dissociation and prostitution. If such topics makes you uncomfortable, please ignore the parts or this chapter.

This chapter will open into the dark themes within this story, so I ask you all to remember this story is rated mature for the themes it portrays.

Thank You.

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Second Person Perspective.

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I don't know what to do without you

I don't know where to put my hands

I've been trying to lay my head down

But I'm writing this at three AM

"It's only for an hour baby, you'll be fine." Was the soft tone of Luna's voice from behind your closet door. Deliberately, you were taking your time to find a decent outfit for your "special" doctor's appointment. Mack let it slip that you were going into something called therapy.

You didn't want to talk to someone about your feelings, and you sure as hell didn't want to exchange them for your dance lessons. Not to mention the hours you begged Thug and Luna to even consider it.

"But I don't even get anything out of it! It's not fair.." You whined, debating between two shirts to choose from. Every detail counts as a first impression, even if you dreaded making this impression. Biting her lip in thought, Luna drew circles into the white door with her finger.

"Okay, how about, AFTER, the appointment, we get you some ice cream?" Luna bargained. You shook your head as if she could see your room behind the door, "Nope, we already have ice cream. And I have a ton of candy from Mack and Thug's friends!" You added, hearing Luna swear.

"Tch, fine. We'll buy that game you want so damn bad. But AFTER! Not before, deal?" A brief moment of silence was excruciating for Luna before you stuck your arm out to shake her hand in compliance with the deal.

"Deal." Luna smiled at your words as she eagerly shook your hand. "Alright now, hurry up, we got thirty minutes to make it there on time. Make sure to bring a bag if you wanna play with your little friends after." Luna reminded you before she left your room. "Kk!"

Okay, time to get serious. You have a new game on the line. Once you forced on your shoes and packed yourself a bag, your eyes fell on your penguin plush. He sat in the middle of your mountain of pillows on your bed.

Pingu was his name, and his purpose was to comfort you whenever you needed it. In a swift motion, you grabbed the plush and carefully stuffed him in your bag with everything else. With your bag packed to your standards, you stood before your mirror and did your daily spin and pose with a smile.

Jazmine introduced you to the concept of leg warmers, and you had to admit, they were cute! Giddy with your look, you pranced out of your room, slid down the stair railing, and met your cousins along with your first-hand maid at the steps of the mansion. "Have a good day, lil'nificent." Said a butler as left through the door. "You too!" You replied.

"Chill out ma', she gon' be ight," Otis told Kiara who had her arms crossed and her foot tapping against the concrete. Just as she was about to speak, you interrupted with a question."Chill out for what?"

    Kiara looked down at you in surprise, the look of stress disappearing in an instant as she gave a smile and patted your shoulder. "Nothing to worry about lil'nificent, just make sure to have a good day today, okay?" There was a plea in her tone as she spoke to you. With how oblivious you are, you only gave her a smile with a nod. "I will!"

The ride there was somewhat entertaining, you talked with your cousins about their projects and success as you filled them in on your educational prowess and reminded them of who's in your social circle. Once the limousine came to its final stop, you let out a groan at the sight of the color ring that read "Little Hands Therapy and Clinic"

As a routine, the chauffeur opened the doors for you all to step out of the limousine before walking up the steps to the doors. Entering the building, your eyes were glued to the decor choices on the walls. The walls were pale beige with decals of positive words of affirmation, familiar cartoon characters, and bright colors.

There were small shelves in the waiting room with toys and books to entertain the smaller children as they waited for their turn, with a wall-mounted TV for some older kids or adults waiting with their kids. The room reminded you of a daycare.

You never liked daycare either.

"Ah yes, Y/n Marwood. Eleven o'clock appointment with Miss Daya, she'll be right out to greet you all. She's currently finishing up with her current client, you may have a seat in the waiting room." The receptionist behind the counter told your cousin.

"I actually have some questions-" You stopped listening as Luna wrapped the receptionist and Otis in a never-ending loophole due to her overprotectiveness.

You went ahead and took an open seat one closest to the TV to entertain yourself with whatever mundane kid's show played. The sound of a door opening and being slammed shut caused you to whip your head to the source of the sound.

A tall, thin, pale white girl, with her hands tucked into the pockets of her bleach gray skinny jeans, stomped her way into the chair across from you. The roots to her hair were black, but her hair was bleached blonde ombré fading to a purple. Her style choice was rugged and consisted of a large red flannel with knee-high Converse.

Her brown eyes, with black eyeliner, immediately looked you up and down, terrifying you. "Cute leg warmers." She spoke. Registering that she was speaking to you, you stammered on a nervous thank you that made her smirk. "What are you here for?" She asked blatantly, leaning back in her seat, taking her hands from her pockets to cross her arms. "Huh? Oh, uh...I don't know actually. I don't wanna be here anyways." You complained to her, attempting to make a friend in light of this situation.

The teen girl spared you a mere nod. "Nothing new there. Nobody does, but either this or some Dr. Phill bs boot camp. They take everything, and I mean everything. Do you have any carts on you?" She would ask, reaching into her back pocket to take out a thick black box-like thing...you honestly couldn't identify it. It could be a weirdly shaped walkie-talkie for all you knew.

Innocently, and as naive as ever, you tilted your head slightly with a questioning look. "Carts?" You asked. She looked at you, dumbfounded. "You know, like vape cartridges?" She'd shake the black box thing, as if that helped you at all. Didn't ring a bell.

"What's a vape?" An agape smile grew on the girl's face at your question before she snickered with a snort. "Oh my god...pfft- forget it, forget it. Do you have any gum on you at least?" She'd put away her vape "thing", still grinning to herself.

Now that's your category! Slipping the straps of your backpack off your shoulders, you unzipped the bag to display it contents. "Oh yeah, tons! I even have lollipops, candy bars, gobstoppers, candy canes, and more." You'd rummage through your bag to find the treats you mentioned and hold them to display before her.

"A lollipop will do. Peppermint gives me a headache." You'd hand her a purple grape-flavored lollipop, it matched her hair, so you assumed she'd like it.

"Thanks." Were her only words as she undid the wrapper, tossing it wherever without care. "You're welcome! I'm Y/n, by the way." You told the girl. Once again, she eyed you, twirling the stick of the lollipop. "Juliana, my friends call me Julien." "Oh, that's a nice na-"

"Nyx, come on baby, the lady is ready for you," Otis called with Luna motioning you to come to them. "Kk! Bye, Juliana!" You waved to the girl as you made haste with your things to follow your cousins. Down the hall, was a tall woman with her hands politely clasped together with a smile on her face.

She had flawless brown skin and mid-length wavy black hair. Dressed in light pink high-waisted dress pants, a white tucked-in rolled sleeves dress shirt, and white flats. But one thing that took your attention, was the red point in the middle of her forehead, which you attempted to keep yourself from looking at to remain respectful.

"This must be Y/n, I'm Miss Daya, it's a pleasure to meet you." She'd reach her hand out to shake yours, you accepting the kind greeting. "Would give me a moment to speak with your guardians? You can wait in my office and occupy yourself, I'll be with you shortly." She would point to the white door with the blurred large glass in the middle of it.

You only nodded and hugged your cousins before doing as instructed. Entering her office to be awe-struck by the massive bookcase. The structure of her office was the shape of an attic loft, instead, there wasn't the usual bedroom furniture. A loveseat gray sofa was placed under the loft window, and to its right was a dusty pink chaise with a yellow decorative pillow to its headrest.

In the corner of the wall-book case was a color-patch work armchair, that faced the light wooden folding table over a large white rug that coated a decent space of black wood flooring. A refreshing aroma of cinnamon filtered the room, reminding of you of Kiara's baked goods.

Approaching the bookcase, your fingers caressed the numerous edges of the books until one took your interest. One, eventually did, especially with its wording for a title. "Black Girl's Window..?" You whispered to yourself as you slipped the book off the shelf to get a full view of it. You had to admit, the book's cover was quite startling, but it still piqued your interest. "By Betye Saar.."

Skimming a few of the first pages, you grew immersed in the few sentences you read. So immersed you didn't hear Miss Daya enter her office, closing the door behind herself. She'd smile at the sight of you in your own world before gently intruding on it.

"A bookworm I see." Miss Daya's sudden voice caused you to jump, dropping the books and knocking a few over in the process. "Sorry, I didn't mean-" "It's okay Y/n, you didn't mean to. It was my fault for startling you." She said as she swept in to gather the books in a neat stack and place them back in a perfect manner, though she kept one book in hand.

"I forgot I had this one, I've never gotten the chance to read it." She would pause before looking towards you. "Are you familiar with Saar's work?" She asked. "Uhm...no...I just found out she existed today..." You told. Miss Daya would giggle at your phrasing as she handed you the book.

"Well, that's one way to put it. Why don't we have a chat? I'd love to get to know more about you." She would guide you from the bookcase to the chaise as she sat in the armchair with a clipboard and pen in hand.

"So, what do you like to do?"

Just like that, that question ignited a fire of endless topics and stories to tell her. Something about her, just made you comfortable enough to ease your tension and openly speak to her about whatever you could think of. Miss Daya would only interrupt to have a clarification when a new person in your stories was mentioned.

"Yeah, and Riley went on and on about how good his music is. I never listened to Gangstalicious before, have you?" You'd sit up against the armrest and decorative pillow as you asked your question. In your hand was a pack of Skittles that gave you the hyper-energy to dismiss the tension you had before.

"No, I've never knew he existed until today." Miss Daya giggled, bringing you to grin widely as her deep brown eyes trailed down to your backpack. "Who's this little guy?" She asked, eyeing the Pingu's head that was poking out of your backpack. You freed him for his temporary home and held him on your lap to properly show her.

"This is Pingu, he's a penguin!" You chirped. She would smile at the obvious fact. "I can see that, when'd you get him?" She asked, hastily writing on her notepad. "For my birthday, I got him when I was five." Your arms would tighten around the plush, just the mere thought of it brought a smile to your face. "Aw, and who gave him to you?" She asked. Her question brought you to a halt as memories flooded your train of thought. Your expression cycled through grief, confusion and bittersweet happiness. 

"My older brother gave him to me."

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    The limo stopped before the Freeman household, and eagerly you jumped out not needing the assistance of the chauffeur nor your cousins. "Be safe lil'ma. Call us this time if you stayin' late with them, alright?" Otis said from the window, handing you a slim roll of multiple hundred dollar bills.

        "Woah..thank you! I will- oh, you know, it would be easier for me to text you iiiiif, you guys got me a phooneee." You grinned at Otis who wore a grin. "Lil' girl get on a play before I get you a track phone." Luna would cackle at her brother's words as you pouted and stomped your way to the doorstep.

    As the limo drove off, you knocked on the door in your signature rhythm. Mere seconds passed before Huey answered the door to greet you. Dressed in a deep red sweater with a white stripe, baggy blue jeans, and red chucks to match. Simple and smart.

    "Hi Huey, I like your sweater." You complimented, reaching to the rim of his collar to straighten the white bent dress collar underneath. "Thanks, you look nice. Just so you know, we're going to the store soon. Riley drank all the orange juice." Huey blatantly lied, but who's gonna know?

    His hand would take yours as your mood slightly deflated. "Oh, when will y'all be back?" You asked. Huey's brow arched with a slight tile to his head. "You know you're coming with us, right?" Your mood visibly inflated at his words, you honestly didn't expect that. "Will Mr. Freeman be okay with that?" You asked, not bothering to pull your hand out of his grasp.

    "He won't care. He likes you a lot." Just as Huey said that, Robert would come down the stairs with his brown wooden cane. His scowl softened at the sight of you. "Well, hi baby. You wanna come with us to the store?" You nodded eagerly to his request as he chuckled. "Alright now, Riley! Hurry up or we're leaving ya! Lock this door when you get out."

    "Okay!!" Riley yelled back in reply to his grandfather before the three of you went out into the car to wait. Huey to the right window seat as you sat in the middle, and informed him on your new game. "So, you're taking the identity of the actual mayor, yet no one recognizes that you aren't him but are okay with it?" He questioned. "Mhm! Isn't it cute?" You gushed to him. "Y/n, that's identity theft-"

    Huey paused as Riley came from inside the house, forcing on a green hoodie over his usual white tank top as he made his way into the backseat, taking the left window seat. He had light green cargo pants to match and well-kept all-white Jordans. "You locked the door?" Robert asked the boy. "Yeah, what's good Y/n." Riley spoke.

    "Hi Riley, I got a new game after my appointment!" You'd show him the cover to it, allowing him to read into your excitement. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. "The fuck is an animal crossing?" Riley blurted, within perfect earshot of his grandfather.

    Robert would grit his teeth as he glared at Riley from the interior rear mirror. Riley flinched under his gaze, understanding his message. Smiling, you read the back of the game package, getting excited with each word to see Riley's unamused gaze.

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Change of Perspective

Huey's Pov.

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    "Aw, come on Riley, it's fun! And cute too!" Cute things are her go-to. Not much of a surprise there. "Huey." She called. I looked at her, seeing her hold the packaged game before me. This isn't new either, she always asks me to open something when she can't. Following the routine, I opened the package, making sure not to damage the cover poster with it. I never heard the end of Y/n whining when I accidentally ripped through it the first time.

    "Here you go." Taking the game card from me with a smile, she'd immediately slip it into the 3Ds disc. "Thanks, Huey." I only nodded and hummed to her appreciation. Throughout the ride, she leaned against me, giving me a perfect view of her progress in the game. Weirdly animated animals coming and going, some even making their own lives in her town. The concept still didn't make sense to me, but she was well entertained.

    We eventually arrived at the supermarket, seeing that many customers were looking to restock on a week's worth of groceries before Monday. Once we were inside, Riley grabbed a shopping cart while Y/n got a hand-basket to give to Grandad.

"Here you go sweet pea, you and the boys can take half of the list while I look for the other half, alright? You three meet me at the check out after." Grandad told us. We each gave our understanding and a nod before parting ways to proceed with the shopping.

    Riley took control of the cart, and Y/n hung on from the front while I looked out for whatever we needed in each aisle. Riley didn't hide the fact that he was putting extra snacks into the cart, evening getting some of what Y/n liked to have her follow through with his scheme. Granddad hardly notices anyway.

    I looked over the list to see the last two items we needed. "Alright, we only need flour and sugar," I told. "Oh, right here!" Y/n altered as she hopped off the cart and walked a bit further down the aisle, me following as Riley stayed behind filling the cart with more snacks. Y/n pressed herself against the self, pressing against her toes with her arms extended as far as they could go to reach the flour and sugar.

    It was priceless to see. She's just too short. I stepped beside her and simply reached for two items, holding them above her head. "It's that easy." I spoke, amused at her disadvantage. Y/n pouted at my words as she crossed in her arms. "You're just taller because of your hair!" She argued. She has a point, but I won't let her have it.

    "Whatever helps you sleep at night." Was all I said as Riley joined us with the cart for me to put away the last two items. "Yo, let's check out the deli, I'm fucking starvin'," Riley said, throwing his thumb back in the direction of the deli. "You just ate from three sample stations." I reminded. Just as he was about to argue, Y/n shushed as the sound of screaming became apparent.

    "Where's that coming from..?" She asked, walking further down the aisle towards the sound. "See, this is why black motherfuckers always die first in horror movies. NIggas always wanna know shit that ain't got nothin' to do with them." I rolled my eyes at Riley's claim before forcing him to follow us with the cart.

    It was a predictable sight. A spoiled child taking his temperamental tantrum out on his mother who had no way to properly discipline him in front of watchful eyes. This is why I hate kids, too loud, aggravating, and needy. I don't ever plan to have them. Approaching behind the distressed mother was Grandad, who had a scowl towards the sight.

    Granddad offered the mother his belt and some quick lessons on how to properly use it against misbehaving children. She definitely went a lot softer on her kid with that belt than Granddad is with us. Either way, the kid stopped misbehaving. I looked to my side to see Y/n already going off to one of the random advertisement stands in the store, eyeing some overpriced snacks.

    "The fuck is you lookin' at?" Riley asked her as we came up behind her. "It's a limited edition Sanrio snack box! You guys have to try it with me." She cheered, holding two of the snack boxes close to her chest. "Do you want me to pay for it?" I blurted. What the hell did I just ask?

    "No, thank you, Thug gave me enough money to buy whatever I want. But thanks, Huey!" She'd smile and turn on her heel to walk towards Granddad. Riley looked at me with a squint, "Simp ass nigga." He jeered before joining the others with the cart. Whatever.

Just as we were about to make our way to the checkout section, a voice spoke from behind us. "Not many men would stop to help a woman in need." Turning around in unison, behind us stood a tall, slim figured light-skinned, young woman. She looked to be in her early twenties, to say the least.

    She wore light pink heels to match her dangerously short shorts that exposed her v-line. Her tank top was a washed pink, cropped at her waist and loose at the top of her chest, exposing dangerously beyond her cleavage. The most obvious thing about her was that her shirt read PORN STAR, with a single gold star on each side.

    An obnoxious smell of over-used cheap perfume wafted from her, instantly making me nauseous. Riley simply looked her up and down, Y/n and Granddad stared at her in awe, for two completely different reasons. "Well, heh, I just hate to see a child go unbeaten." Granddad nervously chuckled with a bashful expression.

    She would laugh and stroke a strand of mid-length blonde hair behind her double-pierced ear. "I'm Cristal, like the champagne." She greeted in a flirtatious way. "I'm Robert," Granddad said, tipping his wool cap to her.

    Cristal's green eyes would beam at him before skimming down to take a glimpse of the three of us. With a gasp, she bent down before us with a smile. "Why hello cuties!" She'd hold her hand out to us to shake. I took Y/n's hand to stop from shaking it, Riley already knew not to. "Yeeeeaaah...We'd rather not." I told.

    She would frown for a mere second before it was replaced with a smile directed to Y/n. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing! Her hair is just as much as yours big guy." She'd pinch Y/n's cheek before tapping her nose.

    "I'm Cristal, like the champagne. I'm sure ya'll never heard of that though." She said. "Nah, we have." Riley shrugged. "And your name sounds like a stripper name. Might you be a stripper?" I questioned her.

    Her smile would tighten, as Granddad looked to me as if he wanted to swat me. "Hmph. And just what do you know about strippers little man?" She asked. "That they're often named after variations of liquor," I told. "I thought it was candy?" Y/n asked, wrapping her arm around mine.

    "That's mainly hoes, not strippers," Riley told. Granddad didn't hesitate to swat him and me on the back of our heads, letting Y/n off scot-free. "I'm sorry about them, you know how kids are, you don't have any kids, do you?" Grandad would proceed to walk with her to check out the aisle conversing with each other.

    Once we had all things scanned and paid for, Granddad assisted Cristal with putting what was in her cart onto the belt. Various foods, syrups, frostings, lotions, and even numerous Trojan boxes filled the belt. "I just love shopping in rich neighborhoods, everything is so nice here." She giggled to him as the cashier rang up her final item, her amount becoming over two hundred dollars.

    She reached into her handbag and took out a giant roll, of singular dollar bills to pay. It surprised the all of us. Granddad carried her things while the three of us handled our groceries.

    "You're such a gentleman, Robert, you didn't have to carry all of my bags." She said, taking them from him once we were halfway down the parking lot. "It's my pleasure, Cristal like the champagne." Granddad grinned.

    Cristal would eye him up and down before nervously speaking, "Well..I don't uhm..I don't usually do this, but, would like..a date? Later tonight?" She asked him. Granddad beamed to her words as a smile painted his face. "It just so happens that I have coupons for the red lobster cutie pie."

"Okay! It's a date!"

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    Once we packed everything into the trunk and reclaimed our places in the car, Granddad drove from the store into the road in a better mood than before. "So...we all know that light-skinned hoe was a hoe right? Right Granddad?" Riley spoke. Y/n would gasp and hiss Riley's name. "Boy, don't cuss. Watch your mouth." Granddad threatened.

    "I ain't even cussed, all I said was that she's a hoe." Riley retorted. "Riley, don't think just because I'm driving I won't come back there," Granddad warned. "Riley, just shut up," I told him. Riley would roll his eyes and look at Granddad with a growing smirk.

    "I don't see the big deal with sayin' hoo-" Just before he could finish that last word, Granddad let go of the wheel and lunged behind him to reprimand Riley. Screams of dysfunction and chaos blared in the car as the car spun out of control while Y/n took the initiative to ground the steering while I tried to pry Granddad off Riley.

    "Granddad, Riley, stop! We're going to die!" I yelled, attempting to force them apart. "Mr. Freeman, pay attention to the road!!" Y/n screamed as she did a frantic swerve out of a car's way. Finally, Granddad would retreat to the steering wheel with me helping Y/n back into her spot.

    Even after that moment of chaos, everything resumed to what it was before. Just with Y/n holding herself against me, her arms wrapped around mine as Granddad sat panting at the steering wheel. "Now...I bet- I bet you won't say it again.." Granddad panted. Riley would rub his cheek with a pout and a glare as he looked out the window in silence.

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"BOY I OUTTA-"

"MR. FREEMAN!!"

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"WATCH THE ROAD!!!"

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Change of Perspective

Riley's Pov.

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     Granddad popped me one more time before he made us take the groceries inside to put away. Setting the bags down on the counter, Y/n went with putting things where they need to be. Nah, I gotta talk to her. "Aye, why ain't you have my back when a nigga was getting jumped?"

    She looked at me confused as if I said something dumb. "Hm? Say that again." She said. "I said, why ain't you have my back when I was gettin' jumped in the car? I wasn't even in the wrong for real." I told. She still gave me that same look. "Riley. Can you hand me that please?" She'd point to a box of cereal.

    So, I handed it to her. And you know what she did? She hit me with it! "You idiot! I had to make sure we didn't all die because of your big mouth!" She yelled as rubbed the spot on my head that she hit. "Aye! Chill out with that! My mouth ain't big, I'll tell you what is bi-" Before a nigga could even finish a joke, Huey gay ass come in punching a nigga in the stomach to ruin it.

    "Don't joke like that around her." Huey scowled as he placed one more bag full of groceries onto the counter. Y/n looked confused while I huffed and walked to the living room. Those niggas can put the food up, I deserve to relax on my game. Eventually, Y/n came into the living room holding a soda in both hands.

    "Want one?" She asked me. "Yeah, 'ppreciate it," I said, taking one as she sat next me. "You're welcome, and I'm sorry for not helping. I just didn't wanna die in a car crash." She said. Eh, I can't stay mad at her for too long. "Ight whateva', next time though, when it's a two v one, Imma need you to jump in. Ight?"

    She'd nod as she grabbed the spare controller from the coffee table. "Can we play Mortal Kombat again?" She asked. "Bet." Once we got into playing, we kept talking. Some of it was just trash-talking, especially because she was getting better after each round, and then we started talking about that hoe from earlier today.

    "But like, how would you even know she's a hoe? We didn't even get to know her yet." Y/n said, aggressively tapping the buttons on the controller. "Cause, hoes, are always broke. Simple." I told. "Why is that?" She asked. "Cause they always spendin' they money on shit to be hoes."

    "Why?" She asked. "Cause they go after old niggas with money like Granddad," I told her. "Wh-" Bro. Word to my motha' ask me why one time, see what happens." I threatened. She would slowly turn her head to me as she paused the round. A smile painted her face. "Wh-"

"KIDS! COME HERE!"

Granddad's yell from upstairs caused us to drop our controllers on the ground and run upstairs to his bedroom. Huey walked down the hall from our room into his with us. Granddad was holding two suit coats on a hanger, one was black and the other gray. "Which one do you y'all think she'll like?" He asked.

"One's just darker Granddad, she won't care," Huey told. "Yeah, she ain't gonna be focusin' on that," I said. Granddad rolled his eyes and looked to Y/n who looked between the two coats. "I think the gray would be nice, Red Lobster is real causal, but since it's a date, gray will do just great!" Y/n told him.

    "Thank you for an actual opinion sweetheart. You boys will be asking for my help on what to wear for your first date one day." Granddad told as he put on the gray coat with his tie. "Pssh, I sure ain't goin' on a date with no hoe. Don't know about Huey."

    Huey only rolled his eyes and sat on the bed with Y/n, she patted the spot next to her for me. Sitting with her, we talked with Granddad as he got ready. "Grandad, have you asked yourself why a twenty-year-old woman would want to go out with a man your age?" Huey asked him.

    "Because I laid my game down quite flat." He grinned. What game? Cause I sure didn't see it. "Game? What you know about the game Grandad?" I asked him. "I know the game." He stated.

"Taking women out to eat, giving them free meals. What part of the game is that? You taking her to Red Lobster with the cheddar biscuits. The fam ain't eating cheddar biscuits but this random broad is eating the cheddar biscuits." I told him. "I know the game, your Grandaddy knows the game." He said, turning around to face me.

"Game recognizes game Grandad," I told him. He then came closer. "I recognize game, your grandaddy recognizes game." He said to me. "Game recognizes game Grandad, and you looking kinda unfamiliar right now. I...I can't- wait where's Granddad? Can I help you, sir?" I said to him.

    I heard Y/n hold back her laughing as Granddad glared down at me before rolling his eyes. "I ain't got time to mess around with y'all, I got a date." He said walking off out of his bedroom. Me and Y/n looked at each other before chasing Granddad out of the room.

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Change of Perspective.

Second Person Point of View.

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You and Riley ran after him, clinging to his legs, laughing as you both begged him not to proceed with his love affairs for the evening. Huey just followed recording the scene on his phone, silently smiling to himself. "Don't do it, Grandad, don't feed her!!" You both begged him as he shook you both off his legs before leaving out the door.

    "Well, he's gone. Let's watch a movie." You said, getting up from the floor. "I'm picking," Huey said, bringing his younger brother to groan. "Don't put on some documentary shit. Nigga it's the weekend, no one is tryin' to learn some shit." Huey rolled his eyes at his brother's whine as he went to the living room to pick a movie.

    "Wanna make wings with me?" You asked Riley as you took his hand to lead him to the kitchen with you. "Some wings would be good right now actually." Making wings was never a struggle, just making them with Riley was. Since he loved everything spicy, he dowsed the majority of the wings in hot sauce and any other hot seasonings. Either way, they ended up good.

    You poured three glasses of lemonade for you all before setting up the dining table at the bay window. Riley indulged himself in his serving of wings and lemonade while you brought Huey from the living to join you both.

"I don't see what the big deal is with hoes anyway," Riley started, indulging in a mouthful of wings. "Riley! All women are not hoes," You refuted. "Just a good twenty-five percent are," Huey added with a bored expression, taking a brief sip of his drink.

    "Okay, if they not all hoes, then why do I have to pay to take them out to eat then? I mean, I'm paying that's payment." Riley debated. "Cause that's just what you do," Huey told with a shrug. "You buy something, you pay for it. Easy to comprehend."

"You just meet a girl and take her out to dinner. You're not paying the girl, Riley, you're paying the restaurant. Plus you most likely asked her." You noted to him as you took a bite into another wing.

"But I'm paying and that means she a hoe. Why can't I just give her the money I was gonna spend on dinner and that hoe can go grocery shopping?" He asked, specifically you this time. "Then why ask her out on a date? Just give her money." You countered. "What if she asks me?" He asked.

Stuck in a moment of thought, you nearly allowed Riley to win before a better reply came into your mind. "Well, if she asked you, and you said yeah, and she paid, that'd make you a hoe." You answered with a nonchalant shrug. "Exactly," Riley said crossing his arms. "So, you a hoe?" You asked him, hearing stifle a chuckle. "Yeah, yea- wait NO!! That ain't fair!" He yelled as you and Huey laughed, high-fiving each other.

Riley would roll his eyes before finishing off his lemonade before stomping off to the living room, the two of you following after cleaning up. Riley, petty as ever, choose to watch Friday, which neither you nor Huey argued over. Once the movie changed, turning a less popular film, the three dispersed into a conversation, once again, started by Riley.

"That's how it starts, taking hoes out to eat and whatnot. Then you wake up in a whole sanctuary for hoes." Riley proclaimed. "You're jumping to conclusions Riley," Huey dismissed. "Yeah, it's not like they're going to get married one day or something," Y/n said, unfortunately making the stubborn boy think of terrifying possibilities.

"Bro, what if he does end up marrying her? We could have a hoe for a grandma!" Riley exclaimed. "Tch, Riley shut your dumbass up," Huey demanded, his blank expression now fixing into a scowl. "What if she comes to school on career day? What if they have kids? We have a brother and a sister that's a half-hoe!" Riley exclaimed in dramatic panic. "Riley!" You and Huey yelled.

The front door would open, making you three look back to hear the tipsy banter of Robert, and Cristal. "This is your home? It's so beautiful." She said in awe as she walked into the living room. Her flushed face smiled at the sight of the three of you, eyeing her. "Hey, kids! Y'all missed me?"

She reached over the couch to jump in between the three of you, pushing you closer to Riley to fit. Her slender arms wrapped around the three of you, smothering each of you in her grip. "I love this place! I never wanna leave! Is there anything to eat?" She'd ask before releasing you all to venture off with Robert to the kitchen. "Ouu! Y'all got hot fries?" She gasped from the kitchen, alarming Riley.

"Aye! That trick must've lost her mind-" Riley started as he rushed from the living room to go in the kitchen. You'd snicker, not noticing Huey move closer to you before you turned to face him. "Is something wrong?" You asked him. "Just that woman for now. Are you planning to stay the night?" He questioned, a slightly hopeful tune in his voice.

"Oh, shoot! I'm sorry I can't, I didn't tell Thug or Luna before. I promise to ask next time!" You said, getting up from the couch to search for your belongings. Huey would follow behind you, holding your bag in hand as you stood by the front door, forcing your shoes on.

"Y/n, it would be easier if you just-" Huey began as wore the strap to the backpack before kneeling down and taking your ankle along with your shoe. Quickly, he untied the laces and slipped your foot in, then tied the lace perfectly. The tie was loose enough so you could kick them off with zero hassle once you entered your bedroom. He repeated the same method for your other foot, you having no argument against it.

"There. Just untie them next time." He told as he stood up. "Okay, I will next time. Thank you, Huey." As you reached to take your bag from him, he gently took your hand. A brief wave of awkward silence occurred before he spoke up. "I'll walk you home. And carry your bag." He prompted while moving to open the door.

A smile painted your face as you tighten your hold on his hand. "That's so sweet, thank youuu." You sung. Huey would fail to hide his growing smile to your thankfulness. "You're welcome."

Huey walked you across the streets to the front gates of the mansion, entertaining you in a short conversation. "Want me to walk you to the front door?" He asked, handing you your bag. "No, there's a butler always waiting for me there." You told him as you took the bag.

    "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" He asked. "Mhm, just after my dance lessons I'll come over. I promise to ask to stay over tomorrow night too!" You vowed to the boy, beaming at the thought of your first ever sleepover. He would nod in understanding before falling silent. The silence was just yearning for either of you to speak, let alone do something. Ugh, why didn't you ask to stay over for the night? You surely didn't want this night to end in just complete and utterly awkward silence, especially with Huey.

Even when he's a bit of a jerk, he's still really nice.

Helps you a lot with your homework.

Carries your things whenever you both walk to class together.

Opens packages for you, despite chastising you for your using your teeth.

Every thing he did surrounding you, had the intention of helping you.

    With no second thought of your next move, you stepped closer beside Huey, pulling at the sleeve of his sweater to tug him down just a bit to your height. Just slightly standing on the tip of your toes, you pecked your lips against his cheek. Almost immediately, a wavering smile painted a flustered expression on the boy's usual scowling face. Before he could say a word, you hurried behind the gate, embarrassed by your bold move. "Okay, bye Huey I'll see you tomorrow!"

    "Yeah tomorrow." These were his last words to you before hurrying across the street while you ran to the mansion doors. You didn't even give the butler and guard a proper hello before you ran into your bedroom, slamming your door shut before diving face-first into your pillows to scream with glee.

You just couldn't wait for tomorrow.

《Next Day》

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Change of Perspective.

Second Person Point of View.

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    "Assez, ce sera tout!" The dance instructor demanded, bringing the young dancers to come to a halt on the final number. You nearly stumbled before regaining your balance and straightening your posture. This was the dance lesson you missed out on for a therapy session, that is soon becoming a weekly appointment.

     Unfortunately, you miss an hour of your dance lessons, which isn't pleasing to your strict dance instructor. Ines Blanc, a stone-fist scowling woman, with immaculate pale skin that held a few small moles. Her dark brown hair was never seen out of the tight braid bun that the young dancers would copy to fit her expectations.

    She would pace from the front of the line to the end, her piercing glare analyzing every single dancer. "You all remind me, of the possibilities of what can remain after a shipwreck." She declared. You and the others shared looks of confusion as she continued. "Half of you either stay afloat and survive, while the rest of your sink, and drown." She jeered, her gaze meeting your eyes. Shamefully. you looked down to your feet.

    "Know, that if you cannot swim, I will not throw you a life buoy. Because if you have no faith in yourself I will not waste my time to find your potential. Understood?" She deadpanned. Each girl would stiffen their posture and say, "Yes Ms. Blanc." She'd simply stare before waving off the others. "Partez, cours termine." Each dancer scrambled to gather their things, change and leave.

    You were more than excited to leave, not just because the dance teacher terrifies you, but you were going to see Huey and Riley, and stay the night. The best part of it all was that you were going to flaunt your favorite dress! You had completely forgot you had this, especially since Luna and Thug make it a chore to update your closet. Yet, you had this before coming to WoodCrest, and you still loved it.

You completed your look with a matching green headband to push your hair out of your face. As always, you did your signature spin, this time, a pirouette. It wasn't perfect, but you'll get there one day. And you better.

You were the last girl to leave the studio, and you had the misfortune of hearing your name being called by Miss Blanc. Slowly turning on the heel of your flats, you stood stiff and tried to hide your tense expression with a neutral one. "Y-Yes Miss Blanc..?" You spoke. Her pale blue eyes, stared into yours. Burning into you. "Make sure, to practice. You're one of the best. Understood?" She dared to say to you.

A breath of shock escaped you as you replied, "Yes Miss Blanc! I will!" Then raced, hell, you skipped out of the studio. The best. She said you were the best! You couldn't stop smiling with how much it hurt.

You couldn't wait to tell Huey.

~~~

After your chauffeur had dropped you off at the Freeman household, you reached the front door to have it immediately open before you knocked. It was Huey! "Hey Y/n." He greeted, a warm look in his expression as he allowed you inside, closing the door behind you. "Hey Huey! We're you waiting for me! *Gasp* Guess what happened at dance today! Miss Blanc-"

"You cheated! Fake ass Mariah Carey!" The pained tone of Riley's voice cut you off, flipping your attention to him as he came running from the living room in a rush. He rushed past you and Huey, his arm covering his face as he ran up the stairs to his shared bedroom, slamming the door shut behind himself.

"Riley-" Just you and Huey called out to him, Cristal was seen prancing around the living room at her victory of beating Riley in a video game. "That's how nasty my game is son! I send niggas runnin' away and crying!" She rejoiced, pausing when she spotted the glares coming from both you and Huey. "What?" She snapped.

    Rolling your eyes, you rushed up the stairs to comfort Riley the best way you could. Riley would keep his tough, gangster facade that he wasn't upset or crying because he lost. But you begged to differ. You managed to help Riley reclaim his pride, bring him from the bedroom and into the living room with Huey. Cristal was no where is sight.

    Sitting on the couch, you three settled on watching some trash reality television. Laughing at others always made Riley feel better. "What were you saying to me earlier?" Huey asked. "Huh? Earlier?" You questioned. What were you saying earlier. Shit, now you have no clue. What were you trying to tell him? "Yeah, you said something happened at dance cla-" "OH YEAH! MISS BLANC GAVE ME A COMPLIMENT!" You beamed as the sudden realization hit you. That surprised both of the brothers. Your yelling shocked them too.

    "Ain't Miss Blank some Russian bitch or sum?" Riley asked you. "Blanc, and she's French." Huey corrected. "Mhm! And she said I was the best in the class! I thought she hated me!" You bubbled with a wide a smile. "That just means you were good to begin with, she was just testing you." Huey told, you smiling with a nod in agreement. "I thought you said you were gonna do cheerleading though?" Riley asked.

    He's right. Yet, you aren't as confident in that goal for cheerleading as you arm for dance. The girls in dance are only familiar because of the weekly classes. Yet the girls within the cheerleading team are all familiar, especially Claudia Smith and Abbey Miller. Claudia would just taunt and whisper about you whenever you were in sight, Abbey following along with her. Nothing to difficult to manage but it still made you feel uneasy at just the sight of them,

    "I dunno if I'll join anymore. Claudia is the group captain because he aunt is the leader. So she might not put me in, even if I do good on at the try outs." You sadly dismissed with a faked nonchalant shrug. "You should try out." The brothers said in unison. That was a surprise. "Are you two sure you guys aren't twins?" You asked with a grin. "Hell nah we ain't. There's only one Reezy that's a baller in this bitch, and that's me. Huey gay ass is fuckin' narc." Riley gibed with a thumb pointing to himself then a his pointer finger pointed at Huey.

    "Nigga, do I look like a fuckin' fed?" Huey snapped to him with a tight scowl. "Nah but you look like-" "I'm thirsty. Can I have some juice, please?" You interrupted, innocently trying to avoid a fight between the two brothers over something so dumb. The two would glare at one another for a moment before Huey stood up from the couch. "Yeah, come on, we still have your snacks from the other day in the pantry." He reminded, leading you to the kitchen you forcing Riley to come along. "I know, I wanted to share one box with y'all. They're so sweet!" You chirped.

    Riley's hold on your hand seemed to gently tightly tighten at yours words as Huey managed to crack a smile. Stepping into the kitchen, Cristal was now dressed in a slim fitted and back exposing dress with heels to match the ruby red color, earrings and jewelry to match. She'd rummaged through the fridge before pulling out a the carton jug of orange, drinking straight from the its spilt, down to the last drop. With a refreshed sigh, she placed the jug back into the fridge.

    "A good day starts with vitamin c." She quoted, closing the fridge door with her hip, turning on her heel to see you three standing at the entrance, staring at her. "Hey cuties, your granddaddy are gonna be out for the day, y'all can cook your own lunch right? Oh, and some maid lady came by with some stuff saying the girl is staying the night. Okay, byeee!" She rushed as she grabbed her handbag from the kitchen island, left the kitchen and she was out the door.

    Once the door was slammed shut, Huey shared a look to Riley. "Grab the lighter." Huey instructed. "Bet, you grab the tongs." Riley affirmed as the two darted into different areas of the kitchen, while you were just left confused. Tongs? A lighter? You sat on the stool at the kitchen islan as you watched Huey removed the now hoe-infected juice jug from the fridge with the tongs, holding it over the trash can. "Yo, Y/n, come over here real quick. Come see this." Riley would call you over to the other side, simply you'd do so.

    Huey would press on the push step to open the trash can as Riley snapped the lighter, the flame engulfing the jug in an instance. The plastic would burn, melting along side it's decorative company wrapper as was dropped into the abyss of the trash can. Hm, you liked watching things melt.

    Three of you settled for some water with your snacks, even though the water immediately washed away the sugary flavor, it was refreshing to having with such a sugar induced treat. Hours would pass, and Granddad had finally made appearance, with endless bags from stores within his hand, as Cristal walked in, still holding her singular handbag and just one store bag. "Whew! Damn, I am tired. I hope y'all cooked, I'm hungrier than motherfucker." She'd yawn as she kicked off her heels into two different directions, place the bag on the ground then lazed her way to the kitchen.

    "Who the fuck is y'all? I ain't cook a damn thing fa' her ass." Riley snapped. "Nobody did, and none of us will." You reassured. "But somebody will." Huey implied, sitting up from the couch. You and Riley followed him up the stairs to their grandfather's room, whom was organizing all of gifts and brides he bought for Cristal, all in one day.

"Aw, hell nah granddad!" Riley shot. "You spendin' all the money on this broad when she don't even do nothin'!" "Boy, I'm not gonna tell you again, watch your mouth." Granddad threatened as he fixed a dress onto a hanger. You'd take notice of all the bags, picking up some of the clothes from their bags. Just a few of the bags were from Luna's expensive clothing line, since it is her most recent. A few were extremely short. "Mr. Freeman...why did you spend so much money for clothes?" You questioned, feeling uneasy just looking at the price tags.

"Oh don't you worry about that sweet pea. Cristal even bought come clothes for you and her to try on together. Sister bonding, dress up kind of thing." The elderly mans words brought you to pause. Sister bonding? You never thought of having a sister, let alone play dress up with them. That concept was foreign to you. You planned to honestly do a in-home "spa day" with the boys. "Granddad you can't make Y/n like her, she wont. That woman has got to go Granddad." Huey huffed. "Cristal is my beautiful baby boo, and you boys will show her some respect!" Robert demanded, pushing past the three of you out of his bedroom. You each followed closely.

"We don't even know anything about her. I mean, we know she spend all your money, eats more than a black hoe-" Huey protested. "And she cheats in PlayStation!" Whined Riley, you nodded in agreement. "But where does she live, what does she even do for a living?" Huey questioned. Robert would pause for a brief moment before replying with an uncertain tone. "She's in sales," Granddad told him. "Pfft- hoe sales," Riley scoffed, looking to you with a grin.

"What!?" Granddad asked, hearing Riley. "Granddad, does she duck under the table every time a dude in a purple suit walks in?" Huey asked. Granddad took a moment and remembered when they went in a date she did that when a man in a purple suit walked in. "A lot of people do that." He said.

"Can she run really really really really really really really fast in high heels?" You asked. "Uh. I don't know. Athletes speed I guess?" Grandad remembered after their date she raced him to the car and she was faster than the speed of light. "Maybe uh...a little uh..above average..?" Granddad said. "Does she keep asking if you're a cop?" Riley asked him. "No, she does not! Can y'all just give a chance?" He begged. His own grandsons didn't seem to budge on the plea, while you showed some needed sympathy.

"You kids don't know Cristal like I do. She's my everything, and I want to be her everything." Robert would vow, a smile to his face as he spoke. Then, a grin laced his lips. "And for your information children, Cristal and I had relations last night." He bragged. Groans of disgust, and curses erupted from the boys with their Grandfather cackling while you stood in the middle, completely confused. "What does that mean?" Your question brought the three to fall silent with awkward stares toward each other.

"Uh, you're to young to know about that sweet girl, come on and let's look for Cristal." Robert went on, leading you by your hand down the stairs with the boys following behind. You'd pout at the fact that your question wasn't answered due to your age. "Where is she anyway?" You asked, walking downstairs with the family of three following behind. "She's just resting babygirl. She'll get up to play with you later." Just as he said those words, Cristal would emerge from the kitchen, wiping some crumbs off her face before wrapping her arms around Robert's shoulders and kissed his cheek. "You know, you have to tell if you're a cop, or it's entrapment." She chirped.

Her emerald eyes looked to three of you with a puckered smile. "My cuties." She cooed. With a roll of your eyes you made you way to the kitchen, seeing that the pantry was raided. Which is...somewhat normal. As your eyes analyzed the pantry, you searched your desired snacks only to be left with the disappointment of not finding them. Maybe Huey took them upstairs to their room. Stepping out the kitchen, you stepped back into the previous to questioned them before you eyes caught sight of it.

Cristal. She was eating snacks that she had raided from the pantry. Which, is normally a reason to upset with her, which you all rightfully were. Yet, you noticed there were particular wrappers with cute friendly Saniro characters on them with Japanese calligraphy. Those were your snacks.

You never minded sharing. You really didn't. Because, people would always ask you before taking from you. Yet, she didn't ask.

The repetitive sound of your fast paced footsteps took the attention of the Freeman's while Cristal remained oblivious. Bending on your knee, you lept with your arm bent and elbow pointed to jab the blonde swiftly in her neck. "Watch out!" Yelled Huey, always quick with his next move. Pushing Cristal aside, he allowed to you to fall over and onto his shoulder. He held you there as your legs kicked at his chest your fist pounded at his back as you screamed to be let go and release your vengeful torment onto Cristal.

Once you were set down onto Huey's bed, you sprung up with your hands on your hips in an authoritative manner. "That bitch has gotta go!" You demanded. Woah, did you just say that? "Ain't no way you just started cussin'." Riley cackled with a smirk. Huey gently raised his hands to calm you. "Y/n calm down, you were fine just a second ago-" "A second ago my snacks were in the pantry for us to eat! But she ate it! That's not fair Huey!" You fumed to him.

A look of realization overcame them from your shouting. "Okay, okay, we have ice cream instead. Besides, we can buy some more when we go to the store," Huey spoke, hoping his compromise would ease you temper tantrum. "I mean, I don't like when niggas eat my food too, but it's not like it's some hot fires or something like that. You can get more gummy bears next time," Riley simplified in his own way. Huey was surely positive that Riley's words would send you over the edge again, but instead, you remained calm.

"Fine...I'm gonna go tell her I'm sorry for trying to hit her.." You said in a reluctant tone as you shuffled out the bedroom and down the stairs where you spotted Cristal and Robert speaking amongst each other. Sheepishly, you approached the two adults with your hands ringing against each other in nervousness. You were rarely in a situation where you had to beg for forgiveness. You swore to never do anything bad so you didn't have to.

You promised him that.

"Uhm...Miss Cristal..?" You called, the soft tone of your voice managing to grab the attention of the two adults. Sucking in a deep breath, you spoke, "I'm sorry for trying to hit you because you ate my snacks.." Robert and Cristal shared glances before she approached you. Immediately you tensed up with your head turned to the side, bracing for whatever was coming your way. Instead, your hands were taken into Cristal's grasp she looked to you with energetic eyes of excitement.

"Let's play dress up! Just you and me. We can do each others hair, do make up, talk about boys!" She giggled with a bounce in her shoulders as she passed a flirtatious wave to Robert who chuckled. "Doesn't that sound fun?" She questioned. The idea of having girl time with Cristal seemed quite promising. Luna usually has to work and travel, and you've only had a picnic with Kiara since you been. How bad could this be?

"Yeah, it sounds fun!"

~~~

Cristal didn't waste any time in taking you in the main upstairs hall bathroom to initiate the "girls bonding" with you. Numerous amounts of makeup products littered the bathroom counter, among the various bottles of perfume ranging from different scents. Cristal had clothes on the back of hangers with shoes in their boxes to pair together with for your input. It seemed more for her, than it did for you. Yet, you're as blissfully naive as a young doe, so it didn't bother you.

Robert went out to pick up with whatever Cristal desired to have for the evening for dinner, while he placed an order for pizza for you and the boys. Huey was tasked with doing laundry before he left, while Riley just had to do some cleaning another the house. Forced to do any chore doesn't go without a rebuttal from Riley, but regardless he did as told. You honestly felt like you were secretly assigned your own chore with having to spend time with Cristal.

From her numerous changes into different outfits, no sense of decorum, invasive touching, which she all excused with, "What? All girls do it. Whatever." After a while, you sat in the bathroom counter with copious amounts of makeup on your face. There was no way you could recognize yourself, you didn't look like yourself. Black lines extended from the lids of your eyes, the powder covering your face didn't match the rest of your skin, on top of it all was overall bright red lipstick on your lips.

You felt like a clown.

"Aha! Found it!" Cristals cheer brought you from your thoughts as you turned to find her holding up a white long sleeved top. From first glance it seemed fairly innocent. Cristal's green eyes looked to you with a wide smile as she held up the shirt. "Wanna try itttt? I'm sure you'll look cute in it!" She encouraged. "Uhm...I don't know.." You told. Cristal rolled her eyes and pressed her hands on her hips. "Come on girl, don't be boring. Guys don't like that. You wanna be a fun girl, right?" Cristal urged. Her words were like a serpent, wrapping it's way into your ears and pulling the cords between your brain and heart.

You are a fun girl. Did the boys think you aren't fun? No ones ever said you weren't interesting before. "Uhm, okay-" "YAY! I even found these shorts for you to wear! Trust me, you'll look so cute with them on. The boys are gonna go craaaaazzzyyyy," She sang as presented the shorts with the top to you for you to wear. Her attempt at encouragement was somewhat uplifting, only in making a feeling of sickness creep within yourself.

You managed to usher Cristal out the bathroom and into the hall so you could change with some privacy to yourself. Hesitantly, you changed from your favored dress and shirt into what Cristal had set out for you. How bad could it be? It's just a shirt and some shorts. You wear those all the time. Once you've finally had the shirt situated on your frame, your turned to face the mirror above the sink, just to freeze.

   
The gapping space in the middle of shirt with the crossed strings itched against your chest. The short bottom hem of the shorts ride up to far for your comfort.

You didn't recognize yourself.

Who were you?

You were cold.

You're Y/n.

Who are you?

Guys like girls like this.

Who are you?

The boys will go crazy!

You're Y/n.

All the girls do it.

Who are you?

You can't recognize yourself.

An itch grew within your hands as your arms forced their way to wrap around your chest and exposed stomach. "C-Cristal...Cristal!" When did your voice grow so hoarse? Why is it so hard to catch your breath. The muffled sound of Cristal's voice from behind the bathroom door lured you to stagger your way towards the door, opening it to be greeted with an empty hall. You could've swore you head her out here. "Cristal? Wh-where are you?" You called, nearly breathless. Eerie silence replied to your desperate call. Dammit where is she?

"Cristal, please...where are you?" You begged out as you passed the threshold of the bathroom door and stepped into the hall. How hard could it be to find a light skin blonde woman in this house? It's like finding white ink on black paper. You walked down the hall, trying your best to call out for Cristal as you reached a halt at the mocking sound of the voice you needed to hear. "There you are! And awww, you look so cute too!" She cajoled. Slowly you turned to face her, your arms still wrapped around yourself. "I don't think these fit me.." You told her, dismissing her complements. She would dismiss your obvious discomfort. "Pssh, you're fine. Come on, we can try something else on in the bath-"

Why does nobody listen to you?

"No, I don't want to!" You hissed, managing to stop the babbling blonde. "I don't like this shirt, it's too tight and shows too much! The shorts are too tight and go far up! This make up is ugly! The perfume is giving me a headache! And-and I don't know why, Granddad let's you do this! It's weird! Why do you think it's okay to even do that? You're just so weird, and you keep making me and boys upset! And I hate this!" You're endless rant of words weren't coherent or comprehendible by any means, but it was clear that you were uncomfortable. Just not to Cristal.

Cristal's lips tightened into a frown with her eyes glaring you down. "All you do is whine and cry when you don't get your way, you know that?" She huffed. Cry? You barely cry. He tells you to never cry. "What..?" "Waah! She ate my food! Waah! She's not being nice to me! Waah! Waah! Waah!" She whinged as she stepped closer to you. Her voice elevated to height pitch than her own, as she performed a make-believe mockery of your personality. With every step you backed yourself against the hallway closet door as Cristal came to a halt in front of you.

"You know, I used to be like you. Everyone loved me and thought I was everyone's perfect little charity princes. I was all doe eyed and innocent, till I learned that shit doesn't make the cut. That shit won't take you anywhere. Especially when you look like that," Cristals hand reached out to you. Instinctively, you leaned back against the closet door, managing to make the door push back open causing you to fall onto your back. With back of your head and your back hitting the floor, you sensed the firing of an old bruise rise.

Ignoring your own pain you cowered back like a fearful sheep cornered by a preying wolf. Cristal stood in the door way, the hallway light illuminating her figure like a frightening shadow.

This was all too familiar.

"Hmph, I'll just tell Granddaddy you were misbehaving," She smirked, stepping out of the door way as she closed the door. No. No. No. no. No. No. No. no. No. No. No. no. No. No.

Not again! "Cristal no, please!" You wailed, rushing to the door. The sweaty palms of your hands yanked at the door knob, as you banged and clawed on the door, begging, pleading for her to let you out. You couldn't stand the dark. No one likes the dark. You can't see. You don't know what's left or right of you. You have no clue of what's behind you.

You hate the dark.

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Change of Perspective.

Y/n's Point of View.

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The air in the closet felt too thick, but I could hardly breathe. Darkness was all around me. The walls seem to close in, and the confined space that once felt like a sanctuary now morphs into a suffocating prison. I could hear my heart racing, pounding in my ears like a drum set to a chaotic rhythm. Each beat echoes the rising tide of panic within me.

Why do I always end up in here? I've always been a good girl. I always was. I promised to cry. I promised I wouldn't scream.

He always found me whenever I were bound to this tortuous prison. His arms were open for me the moment the door opened , holding me until I fell asleep.

"AJ...why did you leave me..? I'm scared.."

"Come on, get up Nyx,"

"I can't do it...I'm scared.." I can't do it. I never could do it. My nose sniffled as I let myself fall onto the floor. I can't do anything. I was back where I belonged. Scared and weak.

Click, crrreeeeeaaaak!

"Fuck is you doin' sleeping on the floor?" Riley's accent was all I heard as I sat up to see him. He was holding a broom and dustpan as he looked at me weird like. "And why the hell is wearing all that shit on ya face- oof!" I didn't care what else Riley had to say, I was just so happy to see someone. To see him. I kept Riley in a tight hug, not caring if my excuse for makeup smudged his shirt. "Aye, mane, don't crease my shi- Ain't no way you cryin' right now?"

Was I crying again? I guess I was. I couldn't even say yes to him as I kept crying into his chest. Slowly, Riley's hands pulled me back, but not far enough for my arms to leave from around him. He only looked down at my face, he looked confused when he saw me, and upset. "Ah hell nah, come on," Was all he said to me as he pulled me by my hand to his bedroom with Huey. Always Huey's side was neat while Riley's wasn't.

Yet, Riley fixed his pillows against his headboard along with straightening his comforter before having me lean against the pillows. He attempted to bundle me in the blanket, but I just did it myself. "Where's yo' dress at ma? Matter fact, where that bag your maid brought for you at?" He asked. Come to think of it, I never saw that bag the moment it was mentioned. "I don't know...I don't wanna wear a dress anymore.." I told him. Riley looked around for a minute before looking at me.

"Ight, ight, I know what you can wear, hold on," Riley walked away from the bed and made his way to his dresser, looking from the top and bottom drawer. As he did, I only laid in his bed, realizing how soft and warm his bed was. His blanket was comfy, and warm for me to almost fall asleep before he came up to me with a pair of clothes in hand. "Change into these, I'll be right back ight?" He told me. "Where are you going?" I asked, sniffling as I tried to get out of his bed. "To get you a rag and some tissues, when you done changing throw in Huey's trash. You ain't gotta wear those again." Was all he said before he left the bedroom.

I didn't know what to do at first, I just sat in his bed for a few minutes longer before I forced myself to stand up and change into the clothes Riley put out for me. I didn't waste any time throwing away Cristal's clothes into the trash bin under Huey's desk. Just as I threw them, Riley knocked on the door several times before speaking. "You dressed in there?" He asked from behind the door. "Yeah, you can come in.." I said, yawning as I did. Riley walked with the fresh wet rag in hand with tissues in the other.

"I can't find your dress, but those clothes look better on you anyways. You gonna be wearin' YR's brand!" He referred to himself with a grin. Even when he's attempting to be smug, it still lifted my mood just by a bit. Once he handed me the rag, I immediately wiped the makeup away from my face, making sure not a single smear of it was left on my face. I looked to the mirror on the dresser, to see what I was wearing. I was wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt with one of Riley's favorite rappers on the front and a pair of big basketball shorts that reached my knees. I looked into the mirror, and I saw myself. I recognized myself. I would spread my arms and do a spin, my favorite thing to do.

"Your clothes are actually cute! Thanks, Reezy!" I told Riley, smiling as I did while he looked like I made him sick by saying that. "My clothes ain't cute, straight gangsta only! They only cute cause you wearin' them." He told. I blinked and stared at him. "So, you're saying, I make your clothes cute? Meaning-" I would step closer to Riley, my face close to his as I smiled to him. "You think I'm cute?" I asked. Riley's face burned red as he leaned back from me. "Nah, nah, nah! You puttin' words in my mouth! I ain't said all that!" Riley yelled as I laughed. "Riley thinks I'm cute, Riley thinks I'm cute, Riley thinks I'm cute!" I said as I jumped into his bed.

"I ain't say all that! Quit saying that!" Riley yelled as I laid in his bed, bundling myself in his blanket again. "Okaaaay, wait, where's Huey?" I asked, remembering that I last saw him with a basket of laundry. "Downstairs doing shit-" Ding dong. "That better be the pizza, I'll be right back." Riley said before leaving me in his bed once again. I was honestly getting a little sleepy, and I wasn't in the mood for pizza anymore. Riley's blanket was warm, and his pillow was comfy. I might fall asleep. I couldn't stop myself from yawning as Riley came in with the pizza and Huey came in with him. He was holding my bag!

    I waved to Huey and he made his way over, looking at me with a less angry face. "What happened? How did you end up in the closet?" I don't wanna answer his questions, I felt to sleepy to even talk to him. "Uhm...dress up with Cristal, she put in there and now I'm hereeeeee.." I giggled, yawning again as I nuzzled into Riley's pillow. Huey said something but I didn't hear all of it. I felt cozy, and warm.

Nice and warm.

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Change of Perspective.

Huey's Point of View.

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I was just finishing a god-awful amount of laundry when Riley came to me with the pizza box in hand. He told his experience of finding Y/n looked the closet while he was looking for dustpan. What alarmed me the most is how he skimmed over the fact she was crying, and locked in the closet. Why was she crying? He didn't know himself. I half excepted him to the reason of it, but he wouldn't snitch on himself if his life depended on it. Let alone to me.

    "Do you wanna change Y/...?" My question didn't matter as I looked down to her. Already, she was fast asleep. Well, that's the best outcome in all of this. Removing her duffle bag from my shoulder, I placed it beside the nightstand

"Okay, so what happened?" I asked. Riley looked at me, puzzled with a mouthful of pizza already. "Nigga whah?" He said through chewing. Rolling my eyes due to brief annoyance, I simplified it for him. "What exactly happened when you found Y/n? Do you know what happened before that?" Riley shrugged his shoulders as he took another bite of his pizza. "Nah, I was just getting the broom from the closet, found her crying in there. She ain't tell how she got in there though. But she had on makeup and some tacky shit, made her throw that out." Riley pointed to the trash bin beside my desk with a slice of bitten pizza.

Tacky clothes and makeup? "Cristal.." I said rolling my eyes. It's always something with her. I knew she was nothing but trouble but to go that far, especially with her. I look back at Y/n, seeing her rest so peacefully with dried streaks from the tears she cried before. If Granddad just wasn't so painfully oblivious (and desperate) to how Cristal was as a person, this would've never happened. "Riley, where is Cristal? She didn't go out with granddad earlier right?" I asked, making my closer to Y/n, only to pull the blanket up for her.

"Nah. She left when I was heading upstairs. You gonna look for her or some?" He asked, taking massive gulps of his drink. "Mhm, yeah. Let's go." As I excepted, Riley looked to me perplexed with a mouthful of pizza. "Nigga, fuck you mean 'let's go'? Go where?" He asked. "Out to find Cristal dumbass. If she didn't go with Granddad that means she's walking, we'll be able to catch up with her if we go right now." I deadpanned.

    "Tch, why? Fuck is we gonna do when we catch up to her? What about Y/n?" Now he was just stalling with his questions. Yet, the last one made me stop to think. If Y/n were to wake up, she probably wouldn't know what to do if we were gone. Plus she doesn't have a phone to reach either of us. Reluctantly, I got my phone from my pocket and placed beside her, closer to the nightstand. "There, now she can call us when she wakes up. Let's. Go."

Making it out of the neighborhood on our bikes was easy, but finding where exactly Cristal would be was harder than expected. I turned to Riley. "Riley." He only made a grunt of acknowledgment. "Where do you think a hoe would be at right now?" I asked. His brows furrowed as his attention stayed on the screen of his phone. "Nigga, ain't you the smart one? You dragged us out here and don't even know where to go. Why you askin' me anyways, fuck I look like? A map for hoes?" Rolling my eyes I looked ahead. "A hoe who needs a map is what you look like," I murmured as my gaze focused on a man exiting an alleyway, zipping the fly to his jeans as adjusted his collar.

    Within a few seconds, Cristal followed out of the alleyway, straightening her disheveled hair and pulling down the short hem of her skirt. Hastily I grabbed Riley to capture as many photos as I needed, ignoring his complaining as I did. She would adjust her makeup with a hand mirror before reaching into her purse for a box of cigarettes, along with a lighter. She took a few puffs as she leaned against the wall of a nearby building. With the cigarette hanging from her lip, she would reach into her bra for a wad of cash she would count for a bit. That counted as another photo.

Once she finished counting the cash, burned her cigarette on the concrete as a black Sudan slowly strolled down the block to the corner she stood at. Once the Sudan came to a halt, she approached the driver-side window, leaning close to the tinted glass as he went down. She talked with some guy before walking to the passenger side and getting in. "Ight, you got yo shit, now gimme-" Riley would snatch his phone from my hands. "My shit. Can we go now?" He asked. I didn't bother saying anything as I just started to make my way down to the block, with Riley behind me.

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Thankfully, Y/n was still asleep once we made it back. She didn't even move from hugging the pillow. Riley surprisingly allowed her to stay asleep in his bed as he played on her DS, lying beside her. I would print the photos from Riley's phone just as Granddad's car pulled into the driveway. Once he was inside, I made my way downstairs with the photos and Riley following behind me. "Oh Cristalll~" He called, his tone dropping at the sight of me and Riley. "What you two want? Where's Cutie Pie and Cristal?" He asked. "Out, and Y/n's sleeping upstairs. Look, Granddad, it's about Cristal." I started. "She needs to get the hell up outta here!" Riley shouted.

    Granddad immediately smacked Riley upside his head. "Boy watch ya mouth! I was talking to Huey, not you. What about Cristal?" Granddad questioned me. "She needs to get the hell up outta here," I bluntly told, just before he could strike me I presented the pictures I had printed out for him to see. "The hell is this...?" He questioned as he sat down in one of the dinning chairs, looking over the pictures in disbelief. "Me and Riley rode down to that block with illegal pinochle spot when you play at. She was bringing guys into the alleyway or going in their car then leaving with a wad of cash,"

    From Granddad's horrified expression, I could tell that most of my words didn't reach him. The photos did most of the talking. Stepping in through the front door, letting out a loud sigh was Cristal. "What a day-" She paused at the sight of us, and the photos sprawled about. "Sweetie, what is this?" Grandad asked Cristal, showing her the photos. Without a second to hesitate, she quickly claimed that wasn't her in the photos and turn to me with a faked disappointed expression. "I can't believe you would digitally alternate pictures of me!" Unsurprisingly enough, Granddad sighed with her in crumpling up the photos.

    "Boy, that ain't nothing but photoshop." He said throwing the pictures onto the table. "Oh come on Granddad, what we gotta lie for? Hoes ain't got much value anyway," Riley groaned beside. It didn't take long for an argument to unravel just from Riley's unfiltered comment.

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Change of Perspective.

Second Person Point of View.

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Awakening from your sleep, your closed fist rubbed at your eye as forced your wobbly legs to move you out of bed. Nothing beats crying so hard you fall asleep. Especially in your case, you hardly ever remember why you were crying. But you did remember sleeping so soundly in Riley's bed, and in his clothes. You liked how naturally baggy his clothes were on your frame. Nice and comfortable. The bedroom was dimly lit by the lamp on Huey's nightstand, which eased you immediately.

    From the massive window in the bedroom, bright lights illuminated through the window, brightening the room. Your curiosity piqued as you walked towards the window to see a decked out burgundy car parked on the curb of the home. Emerging from the driver side was a tall slender man, dressed in leather suit that was light shade of purple. He slowly turned his head left then right before setting his gaze onto the house. As he began to approach, you decided it was best to alert the others of an unsuspected visitor.

    Just as you left the bedroom and approached the stairs, the chime of the door bell echoed throughout the house, followed by a pounding on the door. The yelling between the family and Cristal quieted as you stood at the balcony railing. Riley took it upon himself to answer the door, just as he did he looked back to the others and hollered, "It's a nigga in a purple suit!" Cristal paled at his words, and cowered hereof underneath the dinning table like a fearful child. Ironic. Puzzled, Robert approached the door to meet the so-called "Nigga in a purple suit,". To Robert's surprise, it was actually a man in purple suit. He looked to be just a few years younger than the grandfather, but had a few less wrinkles to his brown skin. "Who are you?" Robert questioned the man.

    The man would place his hand on his chest as he cleared his throat to introduce himself. "My name is A Pimp Named Slickback and I believe I may have misplaced some merchandise at this residence." A Pimp Named Slickback said, he would peer inside the home before allowing himself inside the home. As he did, Cristal brought herself from underneath the table, shamefully standing by the dinning entrance. Her head hung low as he didn't dare to make eye contact with anyone.

    A visible look of relief followed by disdain was seen on A Pimp Named Slickback face at the sight of her. "There she go. Bitch, I hope you have the money to cover for this little vacation you takin'. Out here havin' me runnin' around while you out 'ere to play house," He sneered with a wave of his can directing to the brothers then towards her in a defensive manner. Provoked to ensure safety and understanding, Robert stepped up behind the man with his hand upon the other's shoulder. "Now, hold up Slickback-" A Pimp Named Slickback would swat Robert's hand with a scowl.

    "No, it's A Pimp Named Slickback." He corrected. "That's what I said, Slickback," Robert repeated with clear confusion. "No no, it's A Pimp Named Slickback "Like A Tribe Called Quest". You say the whole thing. A Pimp Named Slickback." A Pimp Named Slickback affirmed. Rolling his eyes, Robert looked to A Pimp Named Slickback with a sigh. "Can't we call you Slickback for short?" Robert asked. Getting bored of standing, you sat halfway down the steps of the staircase, with chin resting in palm of your hands as you watched.

    "No nigga! I'm A Pimp Named Slickback!" He exclaimed, which brought you to snort out a giggle before covering your mouth to quiet yourself. Just that mere laugh was enough to have Huey and Riley see you sitting on the stairs. With a grin you waved to boys who didn't hesitate to join you on the stairs. Huey sat right beside you with Riley sitting in front of you, leaning back against you as your arms wrapped over his shoulders as your head leaned against Huey's shoulder. "She's leaving, right?" You asked. "Shit, she better be. We hardly got anything eat in here. Might pull over to your crib to eat sum'." Riley bantered, managing to make you smile as Huey only rolled his eyes. "But yeah, she should be leaving soon." Huey confirmed to ease your mild tension.

     Choosing to deliberately ignore the man, Robert looked to the shameful Cristal for clarification. "Cristal, who is this person?" Grandad asked walking towards her. "Nigga are you deaf!? I'm A Pimp Named Slickback! Just say it with me now!" A Pimp Named Slickback demanded, just managing to make the three of you snicker. Hesitant to answer, Cristal lifted her head to look to Robert with a pitiful expression. "He's my pimp," Cristal declared. A flashing expression of disbelief and mild dread painted Robert's wrinkled face at the sound of her words. "Y-Your pimp? You really are a-"

"Yes! She's a hoe!" You three declared from the stairs with Cristal silently agreeing in shame. A Pimp Named Slickback would release of scoff of his thinning patience as he pinned the bottom of his cane to the wooden floor twice to quicken the pace. "Come on bitch, now! I got clients on the line waitin'." A Pimp Named Slickback asserted he turned to make his way out the door. Stiff in place, Cristal didn't move as she looked to Robert then up the stairs, at you.

    "A Pimp Named Slickback, can I please have a minute?" She begged sheepishly. A Pimp Named Slickback halted in next step before swiftly turning back around and taking slow steps in approaching her. "A minute?" He chuckled in disbelief. Hoisting his cane underneath his arm, A Pimp Named Slickback clasped his hands together in a prayerful manner. "Let us all pray The Pimps Prayer. Lord, please pray for the soul of this bitch and guide my pimp hand and make it strong Lord, so that she may learn a hoe's place. Amen." A Pimp Named Slickback vowed.

"Amen, yeah!" Riley chimed, getting you and Huey to swat him on the back of his head. Once he was in close vicinity of Cristal, A Pimp Named Slickback raised his hand up, prepared to strike. Out of habit, you buried your face into Huey's shoulder to avoid the sight, yet the deafening sound of a slap was never heard. Slowly looking up, you witnessed Robert wielding his belt with the end wrapped firmly around A Pimp Named Slickback's hand and wrist. "You ain't gonna hit no woman in my house." Robert vowed with a scowl. Genuinely perplexed, and confused A Pimp Named Slickback looked between Cristal and Robert. "What woman sir? This here, is a hoe," A Pimp Named Slickback confirmed. "Not in this house she's not. Why don't you just wait outside." Robert more so demanded than suggested as he retrieved his belt. A Pimp Named Slickback walked towards Robert, his scowl matching the older ones.

    A Pimp Named Slickback's gaze drifted from Robert's and pinned towards you. A Pimp Named Slickback eyed you with a suspicious scowl, one that analyzed you to keep you within his memory. Rolling his shoulders, and hoisting up his cane, the pimp snapped his fingers, "Fine, Indian Jenkins. Bitch, you got forty-five seconds and I'm leaving." He deadpanned to Cristal as he strutted out through the front down, counting down on his fingers. Cristal would whisper a soft "thank you" as she approached Robert. The three of you thought it was best to get down from the stairs and stand behind Robert to be apart of the conversation. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, at first I thought you knew." She told him.

"How would I?" Robert questioned. Cristal's lips twisted into a smile at the old man's oblivious nature. "I mean, I don't see how you couldn't have known." She told him. "Well...an easy mistake I guess." Granddad chuckled. "A financial one." Huey murmured. "There were so many obvious signs, even the kids knew when they first saw me." She giggled. "Alright alright, I get the point. Cristal, I don't care what you did in the past as long as you're ready to start fresh. Think about it. You can stay here, get a job, go back to school. We can make it work." He appealed as he took Cristal hands into his own.

Cristal's expression was painted with doubt and dread as she looked to Robert. "I don't know Robert, I'm not really cut out for school and jobs. This is all I'm cut out for..." She admitted in a sad tone. "But, you'll be able to stay here with us. I know the boys have their problems with you, but that can change. Y/n would be happy to have you around more." He told her. Immediately you began to shake your head to his words, the boys doing the same. "Heh, as nice as that sounds, I'll see about it..but before that.." Cristal pulled away from Robert's grasp to approach you, crouching down to your height to meet your eye level. Huey's arm was held out in front of you as Riley pulled at your arm to attempt to pull you back.

    "You're a good girl Y/n, I'm sorry that I made you think otherwise. These boys are lucky to have you, you three cuties stay close alright? The real world sucks when you don't have good people to rely on." Cristal affirmed as she brought herself back up to her feet as she made her out of the home with Robert following in pursuit. "You're coming back, right?" Robert questioned in a desperate tone. "Of course I am," She conned sweetly as her hand caressed his cheek before giving a final kiss goodbye. The roaring engine of A Pimp Named Slickback's car started as he drove with Cristal immediately speeding after him.

    "Damn," Riley said. "That was..depressing." Huey told. "She can run fast in those heels.." You said in astonishment. The three of you stood beside Robert in silence as you all watched her run out the neighborhood after the car.

"She'll be back."

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Change of Perspective.

Y/n's Point of View.

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Once Cristal was gone, me, Huey and Riley were in their room playing games and eating the pizza Granddad ordered. "It ain't that scary ma'. It's just some old ass robots running around," Riley said to me. He tricked me into playing some scary game about haunted robots trying to kill you in a pizzeria which is the worst timing ever! "I'm eating pizza right now Riley! I'm gonna have nightmares because of you!" Riley only laughed as he kept playing the game before forced the computer shut. "Let's just watch a movie or something downstairs. Y/n, you can pick."

    "Really?!" I already knew what I wanted to watch. "Aw man, she's gonna pick some Barbie movie or something." Riley said, crossing his arms. "Am not! You know what, just for that, we're watching a Bratz movie!" I said, immediately running out the room with my Wii U to set it up downstairs in the living room. As I left, I heard Riley yelling something but I know Huey stopped him. Once I got downstairs, I noticed candles were lit, leading to the dinning room. The one dinning room that Granddad only uses for big meals and important people.

    Granddad was sleeping at the dinner table with a candle lit beside him. I felt bad for him. He's a sweet and funny grandpa who deserves someone nice to appreciate. I walked up towards him and gently rubbed his shoulder. "Granddaddy..?" I called. He immediately woke up once I called for him. "Hey sweet pea, did she come back?" He asked. "Uhm...no not yet...Wanna watch a movie with us?"

    "Not tonight baby, oh, don't blow out the candle, she'll think that nobody's home.." He would yawn after he said that. It was really sad to watch this. He was sick over her, and I hope he'd get better soon. "She might come tomorrow, when you wake up, come on." I managed to bring him from the dinning room and to his room to sleep for the night. Pulling the blanket over him, I tucked him in. "Sweet dreams granddad,"

    "You gonna read him a story too?" I heard Riley say behind him, scaring me to death. Huey was beside him. I rolled my eyes and shushed them as we left his room to go downstairs and watch the Bratz movie. I'm glad have these two to watch these movies again.

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Change of Perspective.

Second Person Point of View.

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A Pimp Named Slickback was driving down the roads in the lit city with a grin of glee on his face as Cristal chased behind him. "Daddy wait, I can't go to school or get a job!" Crystal yelled as she ran after him, her speed increasing the longer she ran. A Pimp Named Slickback cackled. "Run bitch, run!" He hollered as he drove.

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    Crystal Downne, but prefers Cristal, like the Champagne. If the validation she so desperately seeked for didn't come from the Clint's that only desired her the body she maintains, she'd probably have a different career. Maybe an accountant.

    A Pimp Named Slickback, a man whose prize possession is only what brings wealth to his name. Starting the streets of Brooklyn, spending a few years in Chicago, the Pimp was able to expand his business in the suburbs of WoodCrest. You'd be surprised how many spouses have secret love affairs with his hookers.

Fucking finally.