A ride or die chick is a chick that ain't afraid to be down with her man; she'll do anything her man needs her to do, no matter what. Not many women can live the ride or die lifestyle. This is the story of two of those R.O.D women. Iggy puts up with all of her man's bullshit, takes care of her family, pays the bills, and still manages to be bad af but can she handle all of the responsibilities that comes with being so down for her man. Angie is living the life; has killer face and body, a beautiful family with an amazing guy, and wealth, she has it all or does she. What will the future hold for these two women.

Not posting another chapter till the last one gets notes…

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HELLO..

I love the fact that chapter one has over 20 notes but guys..

my newest chapter is getting no love and that’s what you were asking for.. I wrote it, and nothing.

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dreabarb said: ASAP rocky

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Chapter five - Changes

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outfit / Jordan / Jazzie / Angie /

"So when’s the last time you’ve seen him" Angie said as we watched the kids from our seats in front of the play place in McDonald’s. I shrugged my shoulders.

It’s been almost three months since I’ve seen Chris, it’s been a couple hours since he has message me. I couldn’t bring myself to seeing him since that day; I can still remember like it was yesterday. Even after seeing him with another woman, actually seeing a naked woman in our room, I still didn’t wanna believe that it was true. I start to wonder if that was the first time or if it had been going on for a while but I stop myself because I knew I didn’t wanna know the answer. I still don’t understand how things could go from playing around to my heart dropping out of my chest. We had our fights but it was never serious; we always made up because at the end of the day we loved each other too much to stay mad. I have to admit that it was always Chris who would come and said sorry, always had something romantic to say to make me just melt in his arms. Sometimes, all the time, I wish I didn’t walk in because not knowing is better than knowing. Right?

"A couple of months," I finally replied, "I usually just drop the kids off at his moms then leave. I can’t stop them from seeing him, that’s just terrible." She shook her head in agreement, "boo, I’m sorry that he did that to you. I made Mike sleep on the couch for three days just for knowing that he was talkin’ to a next ting and not tellin’ me ‘bout it.." I shrugged my shoulders again. I had so many feelings just exploding inside of me; sadness, or anger just but on the outside I felt and acted very cold about the whole situation. "Chy, don’t do that. They’re bros. If I was seeing another man behind Chris’s back, I know you wouldn’t tell Mike ‘bout it." She laughed, "girl, that’s very true." There was a moment before Angie started to talk again, "no but honestly Iggy.. I’m really sorry. I know how much you care ‘bout him and how much you do for him, then he goes and does this shit to you. That’s fucked. Niggas like dat don’t deserve shit in life. He’s got a beautiful girlfriend, beautiful children, and an amazing house but he had to go ruin it. You deserve so much more from him, Iggy." I could feel myself starting to get watery-eyed. Chris and I were high school sweethearts; no one expected us to become so serious and let me tell you that a lot of people weren’t happy that we were serious. We were inseparable; we were each other’s better half’s. I made him a better person, I took him off of a bad path and set him up for success. But I really think Chris helped me more than I helped him; he helped me from living a very dark way of life, he helped me love myself just by caring for me. People thought we were crazy when we decided to keep my pregnancy going when we were both in our last year of high school but we were ready to finish school and start building our family. I knew that the pregnancy was a blessing from God because before this time I had had four miscarriages with other guys, obviously random unsafe hookups, and this time the pregnancy was healthy and was finally with a guy I cared for. We were so in love when Jordan was born; we knew that we were gonna get married when we had stable jobs so we could pay for a nice wedding and beautiful rings. I went into stripping right after Jordan was born because Chris was going onto College and one of us had to bring money in. The wedding was put on hold longer because a couple years later Jasmine was born. We were so happy; especially Chris because he always wanted a baby girl. Our love just blossomed even more. That’s why I don’t understand how we got to this point. By ‘we’ I mean ‘he’, how did he get to the point where we decided he had to cheat on me. Did he not love me anymore. Did so much change in the last few years. I felt Angie hold my hand tight as I brushed away a tear. 

 There was a moment of silence before Jordan and Jazzie came running to the table; they basically threw themselves onto the comfy couch seats and shoved their chicken nuggets into their mouths. Angie and I broke out into laughter. “Where’s baby” Jazzie said as she took a quick break from her food. “He’s with his grammy” Angie said as she stole one of her nuggets. “Mommy, are we going to Mama J’s house now and see daddy” Jordan said. I shook my head, “yes, baby.” He looked at me with his hazel eyes, “mommy, why isn’t daddy at home”, I could feel myself ready to break down when Angie replied for me, “well baby, Mama J needs help redoing her house so your daddy is staying there to get more stuff done.”

outfit / chyna / guest

I gulped down another shot. I’ve lost count of how many I have had but honestly I could care less. Jamal poured me one more shot, “last one for awhile Iggy, if you want I can make ya a mix drink,” I took my shot and shook my head in agreement to the mix drink. I heard someone take the seat beside me, it was Angie. She was looking at me in disappointment, “Iggy, I know what you’re doing.” I smoothly ignored her comment as I reached for my drink and took a huge sip. “So this is your plan; to drink and do what ? Fuck a couple guys tonight… It’s not going to help, Iggy.” As she talked, I finished my drink. I pushed it away from me so Jamal, the bartender, could take it. “Angie, you don’t understand,” I was slurring my words, “I fucking love him, I’m working as a stripper j-just because it’s the only job I can make amazing money from and not need a college education. I didn’t go to school like y-you. After high school, I had Jordan and that was that. So if I wanna get drunk and have fun for one night, then fuck it.’ I walked away from the counter and headed towards my stage. I loved Angie with all my heart but I’m not trying to drink away all the pain that I’m feeling, I’m just trying to drink and have a fun time at work. Or am I.. I was so lost in my thought that I didn’t realize I was about a second away from bumping into something. He turned around.  ”I’m sorry,” I said before he could say anything. He checked me out, and licked his lips, “no problem, Ma.” I quickly checked him out. He was so sexy; darkskin, braids, and had the nicest smile with gold grills. He nodded at his boys and they turned back around to focus on the other dancers. “Where you off to in such a rush” he grabbed my hand and played with my fingers. “Well, I was having a conversation with my best friend and it was a topic I didn’t wanna talk about..,” and why am I telling him this, “I mean, it’s almost my time to go on stage.” He laughed, “well, I should have known you were a dancer,” he checked me out again, “I’ll walk you to your stage and stick around for the performance.” I wanted to say something cheesy like ‘and maybe after that you can stay for the private showing’ or something but instead I just held tighter onto his hand and walked him through the club ‘till we got to my stage. Once we got there I sat him down in the front row chair and sat on his lap, “so, I gotta go up now but..” I trained off. He moved his lips to my ear, “maybe after you’re done, we can go somewhere more private,” he said then kissed my neck. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I quickly got off him and made my way to the stage but right before I got up there someone grabbed my wrist. “Are you out of yo damn mind, Iggy!” yelled Angie, “do you know who the fuck you were just talking to!” That was a good question; who the fuck was I just talking too, oh well he was hella cute and into me. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me, Mama Chy,” I hated that fact that she was babying me because I was drunk, “what is he like a fucking gangster or something. Like we haven’t danced on ‘em before.” Angie kissed her teeth and just walked away from me. 

After I got off the stage, he was already there at the bottom of the platform stairs. He helped me down because he could tell that I was tipsy. He held my hand and walked me into one of the rooms that were for the ‘extras’. 

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Anonymous said: when r u updatinggggg

sorry, i keep getting distracted. it’s coming, it’s coming.

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Anonymous said: Update !

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