Vicious Is The Name That They Gave Me: A Philly Story Read Online Free

bathroom while we were at her barbeque,” Chanelle said.
    “Chanelle, chill,” I said. I’m sure Vicious heard all types of things but I didn’t want her to hear that at the moment.
    “Vicious how old are you?” Chanelle asked her.
    “Why?” Vicious asked. I sense an attitude.
    “Bitch, don’t get smart and you in my house. Just answer the question,” Chanelle said. If I knew Chanelle would act like this, I would have never brought Vicious with me. But then again, where would I leave her, With Dollah? Hell, no. With Ron? That’s definitely a hell no.
    “Chanelle chill, she’s fifteen,” I said. I gave Chanelle this long stare. She knew what it meant.
    “That’s a mother fucking adult in my book. Why you babying her?” Chanelle asked ignorantly.
    “I’m not babying her, but can you just watch what you saying? Can you show some respect?” I asked and Chanelle started laughing. Here it comes.
    “Respect?” Chanelle asked.
    “Yes, some respect,” I repeated. I can feel it coming. I can feel Chanelle blood pressure going up.
    “You want me to show respect in my house?” Chanelle asked. I had a strong feeling Chanelle was about to take it to another level than it needed to go. It wasn’t even that serious.
    “You come up in here and bring this ignorant little ass girl with you, and you still want me to show some respect? And you're all in my house? Get the fuck out of here,” Chanelle tone got louder.
    “Not like how you put it, but yes,” I answered.
    “Whatever, Kareema. My bad, Vicious,” Chanelle apologized.
    “It’s cool,” Vicious said to Chanelle. Before I could start a conversation with the girls Chanelle’s sister Kassidy comes flying through and slamming the door.
    “Well, damn Kas, did the door do something to you?” Retta asked.
    “All I know is, if she had broken my door, she would be paying for that shit,” Chanelle added.
    “You won’t believe what happened to me coming out of the parking lot,” Kassidy said. By her body language you could tell Kassidy was furious. When I look at Kassidy, I see Chanelle. Everything Chanelle knows, did, and said, she taught Kassidy the same. I feel bad for Kassidy, because while she’s behaving like this, sooner or later she is going to run into a dead end. She is going to have enemies from left and right. She is going to make some dreadful decisions and deal with risky consequences. And whose fault will it be? Chanelle’s.
    “What happened?” I asked Kassidy.
    “Some dumb bitch banged the shit out of your car,” She said heatedly. Kassidy speaks as if she is a grown woman. She is only sixteen. I told Chanelle about Kassidy’s language. She just ignores me and let Kassidy run wild like as if it is a good thing.
    “My car? Somebody hit my shit?” Chanelle questioned getting up from the coach.
    “Yes, your car,” Kassidy repeated.
    “Kassidy don’t play with me. How the fuck did the happen? See that’s why I can never let you hold shit. You should have used your car,” Chanelle said.
    “I was on my way out to the car, when I see this car banging the shit out of your car and drove off,” Kassidy explained.
    “Are you sure you didn’t hit it?” Essence teased.
    “Don’t play me, I can drive,” Kassidy defended herself.
    “Well, did you at least see the driver?’ Chanelle asked.
    “Yup, do you remember that girl you had a problem with at Wanita’s party?” Kassidy asked.
    “Yea, umm, Tonya right? That rusty roach looking bitch, I can’t stand her. Don’t tell me it was her. Kassidy don’t tell me it was her black ass that hit my car. Please don’t tell me that or I’m going to jail,” Chanelle anger grew.
    “It was her and her ugly friends in the car too. I don’t get how everybody in the car was ugly though. Usually at least one person is at least cute but they all were ugly. And as ugly as they are they don’t need to be driving a Mercedes. They should be driving in a Hyundai or something. I’m just