ABOUT A NARC VOL 1 CHAPTER 6
Dear Victim,
Things couldn’t have set themselves up more perfect. You had hernia surgery and you were gonna be laid up. I told you I was gonna get you back, and I got your ass, too. I remember on the way back home, you picked up a cane so it could make it easier to walk around from the bedroom to the bathroom. I was there when the doctor told you not to over exert yourself. Yeah, I helped you in the house and to the bedroom, and you put your cane next to the nightstand on your side of the bed. I watched closely and I figured out why you did it. You did that because you wanted to easily be able to grab it if you got up to go to the bathroom. I waited till you was sleep, and I moved it further away from the bed near the window. You got up that morning wondering how the cane got moved. I told you that you put it next to your nightstand. You tried to tell me that you didn’t put it near the window. We started arguing. I will say, all of it made me feel good. That rush that I was talking about. Ain’t no other bitch gave me the rush that you gave me. Moving that cane to the window gave me a rush; arguing with you gave me a rush. I wasn’t through with you though.
Yeah you mentioned that I stopped getting in the bed with you. You know about my job. We had cases to work on, but nah I got off plenty early. I was meeting up with this other chick. Project bitch named LaQuandra on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. I went up in her house, smoked a few Ls, and had some drinks. Her house was a fucking mess. She had three snot nosed kids that got in our way. I came up there for the weed, drinks, and pussy. The best part about it was I didn’t have to pay for none of it. I ain’t never brought no fucking weed up in there. I enjoyed going up there after work. I could have gotten used to that shit. Weed, drinks, and pussy. I loved it all. Yeah the bitch didn’t clean her house, but she gave me the other things that I liked. Then as time went on, you started becoming a real bitch.
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