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closer, together they hit more niggas for more things.

    â€œTony’s stupid ass gave me a hundred dollars today.” Amra pulled it out of the Coach purse another boy had purchased for her about a month ago. “His ugly ass will give me anything I want.”
    Tasha laughed. “Niggas is stupid. All you got to do is tell ’em you love ’em, and they be willing to give you anything you want.”
    Honey shook her head. “It ain’t the love they want, it’s that ass. You know niggas be trying to fuck, and they will pay any amount for some pussy. You just got to get that shit out of ’em. I let them dudes know up front that I ain’t fucking for free.”
    Tasha responded, “Shit, ain’t no nigga fucking me for no cash. I ain’t even on that level yet. I just be playing with their heads a little bit.”
    Amra walked over to her dresser and put the money in her panty drawer. “That’s why we be getting more money than you. Please believe, them niggas will pay for it. Tasha, you better be real and get them for they money.” Amra reached for the blunt that Honey had just rolled up, something she had picked up from Honey. She hit it and slowly inhaled and passed the weed to Tasha.
    She shook her head. “No, I’m straight.”
    Honey took the blunt from Amra and laughed.
    â€œWhat you scared of?” Amra opened up her bedroom window, so her mother wouldn’t smell the weed.
    â€œNothing. I just don’t smoke.”

    They chilled for a couple hours, then Honey drove Tasha home. They pulled up to Tasha’s house, said their good-byes, and Tasha got out of the car.
    When Tasha walked into her house, Lisa, high as usual, approached her, so Tasha just kept walking toward her room.
    â€œWhere the fuck you been, you little bitch? I told you to come home after school. I needed you to do something.”
    Tasha just ignored her mother. She wasn’t even making sense. She hadn’t even talked to her mother for a couple of days, since Ms. Pat had been letting her stay the night at her house. She saw a strange man sitting on the couch and knew that her mother had company.
    Lisa pulled Tasha’s arm as she tried to walk past her. “Don’t you walk your fast ass away from me. Momma needs a favor.”
    Tasha snatched her arm from her mother’s grasp.
    Lisa smacked her across the face. “I told you about disrespecting me. I’m still your momma.”
    I’m tired of this shit. I’m so tired of this. I’m out. Tasha walked into her room to get the money she’d been saving up. She looked in the shoebox under her bed, but it was empty.
    Her mother came and stood in her door. “Oh, I took that. You should’ve brought your ass home. How you get that money? Yo’ little ho ass out here tricking?”
    Tears came to Tasha’s eyes. She grabbed a bag and went to her closet and started throwing her clothes into it. She grabbed the picture of her once normal mother and put that in the bag as well. I don’t have to deal with this, she thought, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed her bag and ran out of her room. She walked into the living room and attempted to walk out the door, but her mother’s friend was blocking it. “Move the fuck out my way!” Tasha yelled. “I don’t know you!” She attempted to shove him out of her way.
    The strange man grabbed her and held her close to him . . . too close to him. Tasha started twisting and kicking to get out of his grasp. “Let me go! What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed. She felt a hard bulge in his pants. “Get the fuck off me!”
    â€œHe just wants to give you a little kiss, Tasha. Sit yo’ fast ass down. Do Momma this favor,” Lisa said as she watched her friend run his hands all over her daughter’s body. She walked over to Tasha and said, “Relax, baby. It won’t take long. He