4am In Compton

Chapter Three

Shawty got me f****d up, blowin' O's, no Audi

Her ex nigga, he f****d up and I don't give no f**k about him

But I'll do whatever when it come down to shawty

The feds askin' questions, I don't know s**t about it

Somethin' 'bout lil shawty that I can't put my finger on

It's somethin' 'bout lil shawty, she rather text, she don't be on phones

It's somethin' 'bout lil shawty, say it, that got Rich Homie gone

Shawty the best in my eyes and I know- Rich Gang ft Rich Homie Quan x Tell Em'

******* C H A P T E R 4 - Rasha

Anyone who knew me, knew me as "Brooks Belamonte's little sister and sometimes it had his perks. Sometimes it didn't. Being 16 and going to highschool, boys would step off of me, when they'd hear my brothers name.

Coincidently, the reason why I don't have a boyfriend. But the pro of this situation is that girls don't try me, at all. I don't really roll with many people, except for my good friend, Delight.

Yeah I know, her name is all types of stripper. But everyone calls her Dee for short. Me and her were texting, until the door busted open, welcoming my brother inside.

I was in the living room when a pouty faced Brooks with a blunt to his mouth, flopped on the loveseat.

"Bruddaaaaaa, why you look like someone died?" I questioned.

"Nun' of ya' gahdamn bidniss, lil' bit." He said with his eyes low.

"You are so annoying. I'm 16. I have the right to know what's up with my big brudda." I stale-faced him.

He looked at me with a goofy grin as r inhaled the nasty smoke and blew it out.

"How wa' school?" He asked, dismissing the whole conversation.

"It was fine. Delight is coming over tomorrow." I said as he smacked his teeth.

"Don't bring dat' strippa' named ho' ova hea'. She ah' bad influence." He said curtly.

I rolled my eyes. "You of all people shouldn't be talking about bad influences. If anything, I'm a bad influence to everyone at my school, I'm the one with a big brother who smokes and deals"

He looked at me intently. "Why you'on talk like me? Whea' ya' accent?"

We been over this timelessly. Every time he's high, it's like his loosing his memory.

"Because we have different dads, Brooks." I said as slowly as I can.

He started to grin. "RaRa, do me a' fava' and cook me somethin' ta' eat. Then take ya' ass ta' sleep. It's 10 fuckin' pm. You got school tomorra'." I rolled my eyes, disregarding that last statement.

I shook my head while proceeding to the kitchen.

This nigga dumb as f**k when he's high. It's fuckin Saturday.

***********India

Raheem had yelled at me. No surprise there but he wanna be funny and ground me like I'm sum' luh' ass child. Now He got me f****d up.

So now I'm here alone on a Sunday afternoon, Shayla was at work, Raheem was at the trap house and I was bored as f**k, watching Love and Hip Hop.

I ate another skittle and pulled the blanket to my chest even further since it was colder then a b***h. Another part of my so called 'punishment' , Rah made this house cold as hell so now my n*****s were cold and my toes were numb.

The doorbell dinged. I sighed and got up, walked to the door and pressed the button nesr the security cameras to see who was outside.

Surprisingly, Brooks was there, hands shoved in his pockets and he was wearing black trues, a red and black polo top with some fresh out the box low bred 11s.

I pressed the button near the intercom, allowing him to come through the gates.

"Why is ya' ass hea'?" I asked, putting my hands across my titties so he didn't see my cold n*****s against my plain cotton tank top.

He bit his bottom lip and looked at me. "Damn. So uptight. Atleast someone's happy to see me,"He smirked, meaning he had already peeped my n*****s before I had a chance to save them.

"Man shut up. I'm just cold, s**t and we not best friends." I said, waking back to the couch, embarrassed as f**k.

He put his hand over his heart and had a sad expression on his face, following behind me. "Damn, why you gotta hurt a nigga's feelings?"

"Shut up with all that. Why you here anyway, Rah send you to check up on me?" I narrowed my eyes at him as I sat back on the couch.

"Ha. Jokes but nah, I'm here to apologize for Aza's actions yesterday. She was way outta line," He said with a stern tone, blocking the TV screen.

"She good. But why you messing with someone like her anyway" I asked curiously.

When you could be messing with a real b***h like me?

He chuckled, walked to the where I was sitting and plopped his ass right back next to me. " That's grown people business, babygirl."

I shivered at him calling me baby girl but played it off by smacking my teeth and shoving his arm away from me. " Man I'm grown as hell too, don't play that card with me."

"Grown folks get grounded tho, righ' ?" He laughed, rubbing his arm. " The only thing grown is your damn hands. Rough ass hands,"

Why this nigga have to run his damn mouth like a female ?

"Bye Brooks." I said, getting up and waking to the front door, opening it; motioning for him to get the f**k out.

He smacked his teeth and got up, pulling up his sagging pants a bit and took his time walking to the door. I rolled my eyes and pulled my phone out of my pocket when it vibrated .

Wifey