Her Man

Running away from foster care when I was 16 was the best times in my life. s**t I didn't have no where to live for the first year but I was happy I was free. I remember walking the streets of Gainesville, trying to find a free meal. My Name is Jania King, my momma was the local crackhead who didnt give a f**k about me. She gave me up when I was 2 days old I didn't even get to really meet the b***h. I was passed around from Foster care to foster care. I remember being with Renee Harrison when I was 5 she was my best foster parent I had. One day she told me she couldn't take care of me because she was having a baby of her own and she could afford me and her own baby Since then my life have been hell. I have been in 6 group homes and all of them where full of s**t. They would half feed us or wouldn't feed us at all. I got sick of the s**t so I left. Damn baby let me take you home with me, this old white man said to me as I walked the streets looking for something to eat. Hey baby let me make love to you he said as he followed me in his white Jeep. Looking at him he look like money so I'm finna just play along and rob him. Getting into his car I could see that he had money. So where are we going I asked him as he rubbed on my long thick legs. We can go back to my house if you're down baby. Sure thing I told him as I look around his car. 15min later ,We was pulling up to a big ass House. Look like something you would see on the Television. As we walk into his house I see he has a lot of drugs laying around on his table. Wtf I said out loud. What baby you like that white stuff? Hell no, I replied but I never seen this much before. Come take a shower with me he said as he stood in front of me nude. Okay I replied standing up. Let me get a glass of water first I said rub my hands across his chest. Ewww I said to my self as I walked into the kitchen. Trying to come up with a plan I thought maybe I could rob him and get away with it. But I wanted his life. Money,car and house. Looking at a big butcher knife I thought about killing him. Walking back into the room ,he was in I notice he was passed out on the bed butt naked with white powder on his nose. Aye I said shaking his arm. Aye aye I said. s**t I said I think this motherfucker is dead. Checking his pulse I didn't feel s**t. Damn I said beginning to panic. Walking through his big house I see that its 7 bed rooms and 6 bathroom. Damn this is beautiful. Going through his things I came across a lot of cocaine. Damn I said to myself. Going into the closet pulling out a big as suit case. Placing all the cocaine in the suit case I begin to leave the house. As I'm walking up the driveway I thought about stealing his car but I didn't no how to drive. But I remember his wallet so I run back into the house to retrieve the wallet. This dumb motherfucker had 10,000 in his pocket and 500 in his wallet. Damn I hit the jackpot.