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I don’t want to.” Her face appeared crumbled up.
“It’s been six months, Miss Parade. When are yall gonna stop this shit?”
“I don’t care! She played me with that Jay shit. She knew I was tryin’ to get over him and she gonna turn around and have him meet me at IHOP! I’m sick of her!”
“I know. But, bitch you know you wanted to see that man anyway. I’m tired of him askin’ about you every time he sees me. And for real, I can tell in his eyes he’s in love with you.”
For a second I saw the gleam in her eyes, and then it went away.
“I have to get over him, Miss Wayne. He hurt me bad. You know that. Plus I’m getting’ married now. He’s too late.”
He sighed.
“The only reason I’m bringing any of this up is because I can’t find her. I went past her old apartment and somebody else lives there and her mother doesn’t know her head from her asshole so she can’t tell me nothin’. And I saw somebody driving her car. And when I asked them how they got it, they said she sold it to ‘em.”
I saw by the look in her eyes she was upset. It was obvious she still cared.
“It’s not my problem anymore and neither is she.”
“Miss Parade, are you changin’ on me, suga? I mean lately you’ve been so cold. Miss Daffany is family and I know you don’t mean that.”
“Don’t tell me what I mean. You heard her! She said we weren’t friends so why should I care about her well being?”
“Why are you so critical? I mean, you got what you wanted right? A husband! Shouldn’t you be more positive now? You changin’ for the worse!””
“I’m not changin’, Miss Wayne. I’m just tired of the bullshit that’s all. Now let me get home before this girl calls Smokes. I’ll call you later to tell you what happened. Love you.” She kissed my cheek.
“Love you too baby.” I responded as I watched her walk out the door.
The thing you don’t understand is this, money and a man changes everything. Especially if you’re not use to havin’ neither. Miss Parade has to work a lot of shit out on her own. I just hope she doesn’t lose herself in the process. Or her friends.

Daffany
    Where am I? I…I don’t feel too well. And this place doesn’t feel familiar to me. I just need to get high. That’s it. Once I’m high I won’t care where I am. I smell sweat, piss and something else foul all around me and want to throw up. Lately I’ve been queasy almost every other day. I figured it was my body adjusting to my new choice of high. Heroin. I made that big step after all.
    The place I’m in is dark and when I try to move, I feel bodies all around me.
“You up, sexy?” some man called from behind me. I positioned my body in the direction of his voice.
He flipped on a lamp revealing my surroundings and the first thing I focused on was him. Who was he? He was chocolate and so thin, his bones protruded from his face. On the couch he sat overlooking dismay as if he was Satan and this was hell. Maybe it was.
“You gonna be okay, sweetheart,” he promised. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
His deep base voice rocked the sleeping dead as they came to wondering where their next high would come from. There was trash all over the floors and five to six other people lying up against the walls next to me. I was in a dope house.
“You got anything?” I asked, rubbing my head and then my arms. I remembered him vaguely. The only problem with heroin was that I sometimes suffered from temporary memory loss. I guess it’s the way my body dealt with the drug.
“Naw. Why don’t you go out there and shake that pretty thing and get some. We’ll leave these lazy bitches here and go somewhere else to hit.”
“I need somethin’ now,” I told him not able to whore around without it.
“You dirty, bastard!” a female yelled from the floor in the kitchen. “I found her and you tryna take her from me. She ain’t just workin’ for you she workin’ for us! If it won’t for me she’d still be sleepin’