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CHAPTER THREE
    Ayana
    I was sick and tired of going through a rough life. I mean ever since I was young, I struggled. I can’t sit up here and lie and say that Mama wasn’t there because she was. Most days her ass was drunk or just going through some mental shit. After my father left Mama, she just slipped into a depression. I felt so sorry for her to the point that I wanted to find that nigga and kill him.
    Things got even worse when my best friend/sister came to live with us. It was already bad on us, but I couldn’t turn her away. I knew her stepdaddy was tryin’a fuck her and her no-good-ass mama wasn’t tryin’a stop it either. How could I say no to her? Even though I ended up regretting that I saved that ho.
    See, Tiana was one of them bitches who thought she was the shit. All because she had hair all the way down her back and a little bit of ass. I wasn’t jealous but, shit, the bitch thought she was God’s blessing to niggas. I ain’t see how though, ’cause that bitch was fat and, nah, I don’t mean phat. The bitch had some weight on her compared to my size three. There were days when we would be hanging out and one of the neighborhood dope boys would walk up to us and instead of her ass allowing him to choose who the fuck he wanted, she would get up in dude’s face. Before you knew it he would be shooting her his number. Then I understood where her mama was coming from; maybe her fast ass was fucking and sucking her mama’s man. After really getting to know that bitch, I wouldn’t put anything past her.
    I would sit back and smile as I let that grimy bitch have her fucking way. ’Cause one thing about it, niggas gon’ always be quick to fuck a loose bitch, but when they find a laidback chick like me, they will definitely wife them. I was never in competition with her; I knew my day was coming.
    I was happy when her ass finally got out my mama shit and went off to college. I no longer had to live in her shadow. Better yet, I didn’t have to pretend anymore that I liked the bitch. I stayed behind to go to hair school, which didn’t work out, so I got me a job dancing. I wasn’t into staying broke all my fucking life, so I twerked my ass and made good money doing it.
    It was one night after work when I met Anthony. He was a handsome brother with long money. I wasn’t sure at the time what he did for a living, but I did know that whatever it was there was some major paper involved. Him and his boys would come up in the club and make it rain.
    That night, he walked up to me and introduced himself. I told him my name and he told me that he was interested in me. At first I didn’t take him serious because I knew that most of the ballers who came through only wanted to fuck after the club closed.
    â€œSo, what you trying to do, fuck?” I quizzed him.
    â€œNah, pussy ain’t a thing. I’m trying to get to know you. I’ve been watching you for a minute now.”
    â€œOh, okay, so what a high roller like yourself want with a stripper chick like me?”
    â€œShawty, quit talking like that. I want to get to know you. Take you out of this life and put you into a better situation.”
    I didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. I was getting ready to snap on this nigga. I didn’t know who the hell he thought he was talking to me like that. “Do I look like I need to be saved? I make good damn money in here. I don’t need you to save me, Anthony, or whatever your name is.”
    â€œHa-ha,” he chuckled. “Little mama, I didn’t mean to offend you. I want you to be my woman is all I’m saying. I got enough money to take care of you, so you don’t need to be up in here dancing. That’s all.”
    â€œWell, you can take your money and find another bitch to save. I’m outta here.” I walked off before saying another word.
    I was feeling irritated as