4am In Compton

Chapter Twelve

C H A P T E R 13- Brooks

I smiled at India as she ate ha' Mac & cheese, slowly. She looked so beautiful doin' it.

"Wha'? They sum' on my face?" India finally looked up.

I smirked. "Nah you jus' look gawjuss ma. Fa'real."

She blushed. "Thanks."

I finished my collard greens dat' Rasha cooked, which actually tasted gud'.

"Ard, so lemme get ta' kno' you mo'. Tell me 'bout ya'self" I said intently.

"well," she scoots in closer. "My favorite color is purple, I luh' food. All kinds of em'. I also like bein' 'round positive energy 'cuz if not, dats bad. Very bad." She chuckled.

I raised my eyebrow. "Whachu mean?"

She cleared her throat and kept quiet.

"C'mere, come sit on daddy's lap & tell me wassup." I smirked, signalin' fa' ha' ta' come ova'.

She rolled ha' eyes. "I'm good."

I smacked my teeth. "Atleast tell me wassup then."

She waited a few moments befa' finally speakin'. "Well ever since my ma' & pops died. I have developed severe anger issues. Severe ta' da' point, whea' I have medicine ta' take everyday. I'm irritated quickly. So dat' day, whea' I punched yo' b***h or whateva' ha' name wa', I had to leave befa' I did sum' damage cause I don't kno' wha' I'm capable of."

I listened ta' ha' and nodded, interested. There's more ta' India dat' a nigga didn't kno'.

"You take yo' meds ta'day?"

She shook ha' head. "Ion need em."

I got up. "You need them shits, India."

"I'm gud' fa'real. Like it's okay if I miss one day." She tried ta' sit me down.

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious Brooklyn. I'll take one tomorrow."

"Stamp?"

"I stamp."

I sat back down and scooted my chair back in.

"Awe, buh' I do find it cute how you worried bout me." She cooed.

I smacked my teeth. "Dat ain't post ta' be surprisin'. You bae, you jus' don't kno' yet."

"Oh I kno'." She inquired. I raised my brow and leaned back.

"Oh you kno' dat' already? So let a nigga make you his." I licked my lips and smirked.

She chuckled. "Dat ain't da' right way ta' a guh' out."

I rolled my eyes. "We really gon' do allat?"

"You betcha."

I groaned. Dis wa' so damn extra buh Imma do it 'cuz dats my baybeh, no matta' wha'.

"India Thompson, will you be my luh' shawty?"

She giggled. "Yes Brooks, I'll be yo' luh' shawty."

I cheesed hella hard. "You jus' made my evening."

"Awe, same hea'. Na' tell me bout yourself."

"Well, my dad left me and Rasha when I was' 10 and she wa' 5. So I had ta' raise ha' by myself and it wa' hard, which led me ta' slang fa' us, but I got inta' sum' s**t we had ta' move from New Orleans ta' Compton."

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India

"Wha' bout yo' mama? Wasn't she in ya' life?" I asked.

He stiffened and kept quiet, which I knew meant dat' he'on feel like talmin' bout it.

"Oh damn. So my luh' baybeh wa' a thug, hmm?" I smiled, changin' da' subject.

He smirked. "Somethin' like dat."

"Mhm. Lemme be real witchu real quick."

"Wassgood?"

"If this," I pointed between da' two of us. "Lasts, at one point Imma want fa' you ta' leave dat' trappin' bs."

He sighed and shook his head. "Ion kno' if I can do dat'...."

"Imma give you sum' time. We still have forever, so you got lots of time."

"Oh so we gon be in dis s**t fa'eva?" He leaned in and smirked.

"Fa'eva and eva." I laughed.

"Mhm, so bout wha' Shay said on da' gram...."

I groaned and blushed as he chuckled.

"Shut up." I mumbled as he kept laughin'.

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Aza

I got another text from Cash and I groaned.

I ignored it as I chugged down the peach Ciroc.

Y'all can call me a hoe or whatever you want but I lowkey don't regret what I did.

Karma a b***h and Brooks deserved it at the time but now he claims he over me. He know he not. He just tryna make himself believe that.

Watch by tomorrow, he bout to be horny as hell and guess who he gon call? Azalea. So im not even worried.

I picked up my phone, and got on i********:, ignoring Cash's texts.

I looked down my TL and my breath stopped as I looked at the picture of MY man and that little b***h, India. She was sitting on his lap, as he kissed & bit her cheek and she was cheesing hella hard.

His hand was on her thigh too.

The caption read: @indieemusicc: ain't nobody bidniss but mine and my baby