Mary

Song ( drake ft 21 savage ft Travis Scott ft Pussy & money)

Thankfully last night wasn't as cold as it had not been two days ago, mary slept like a baby on the bedsheet she stole from the market days ago, despite the fact it was scary to hang around the warehouse she took liberty in making it her place.

That morning still sound asleep when she heard a deep manly voice echo into her ear at least be grateful a slap didn't accompany it, sooner she was going to see that coming or a bucket of water rained on her because she had been warned to stay off the block.

" hey kid get the fuck out of that veranda" The voice was stiff scary and authoritative she jumped up opening her eyes from the beautiful dream she was having eating a plateful of breakfast lots of pancakes and blueberries with syrup dripping all over it, a tall figure man 6.5ft tall bald head covered in tattoos that moment Travis Baker came to mind.

His white shirt fitted him perfectly because he was a muscular guy. His black tie reached the breach of his pants and belt. He wore a black leather shoe, the sun illuminated it as it shone.

Mary didn't move an inch despite the fact he looked so intimidating, he yelled at her again but Mary didn't move until he walked closer to her, his face so hard anyone could've adjusted but Mary sat there waiting for whatever the outcome was, this is not going to be any different from the past days has been extremely difficult for her so if is death coming then she's ready to die.

"Are you deaf" he squatted down asking her, mary didn't say a word it was getting annoying with how he looked, he dressed like a bodyguard of course she had seen him with the master in front of the black SUV she recognised him.

Last time he told her to get off the block before they returned as they drove off like that wasn't enough for her.

he has the right to throw her out on the street for the past three days Mary had wandered on where to sleep. This spot has become a home where she uses it to crash at night, and that morning Mary was too weak to go out about her day.

"Are you hungry?" the bodyguard asked Mary slowly tilting her head. He stretched out his hand Mary took it, he took her inside the building which was different from what the outside looked like.

There were trash drums, tyres, and tables scattered with empty bottles and the stench of cigarettes and alcohol filled Mary's nose. Her stripe long sleeve edge which had dust and specks of dirt on it was used in preventing the smell. Rather smell dirt than alcohol.

They hardly paid attention to her unlike how the bodyguard noticed her the rest were talking loud, girls who were twice her age or rather younger between nineteen to twenty-something were wearing clothes revealing so much and a half-naked few lying down from what looked like a hell of a party last night. getting to the counter a light skin complexion slender girl with dark hair extensions was cleaning the cups and putting the bar in another.