Tag: indya
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New in town ….
Me:
“The fuck is you embarrassed for? The past is the past right? What… you thought I wasn’t gonna fuck wit you ‘cuz you been around the block? Niggas been doin’ the same shit forever. Fuckin’ bitches, getting money. You did you. I ain’t mad. Again, that’s your past Indya. I ain’t concerned wit that. What’s up with your present? Your future? That’s what i’m trynna find out. I ain’t no rich nigga. I’m basic as fuck. I work a basic ass job, I got a basic ass apartment, I got a basic ass monthly pass to ride the el train to work. You figure out if you wanna keep slangin’ pussy for pedicures or if you want some authentic, organic, meaningful shit. Cuz I got that. No doubt.
…..I’m out.”
New Beginnings
So, about Indya…
She is not happy with me apparently… “Because bitch you ain’t got to live here! The steroid rats are so big they should be paying rent. You… Read more “So, about Indya…”
“It’s about time. Bitch.”
Professional Thot, Indya Williams, is back in the building!
Indya deals with her feelings in one of two ways: sex or alcohol. It’s what she knows. It’s all she knows. Truth is, she knew she was dead ass wrong but didn’t give a shit. She could care less about anyone’s feelings. Who has ever cared about hers? Well, actually…..
Ty was probably the only man in her life that gave a fuck about her feelings. She won’t admit this, don’t tell her I told you either. She did what she did because she was jealous. How dare he ask her to lie for him? How dare he parade this bitch around the Springs while secretly trying to smash her! She heard that girl crying as she walked out but it didn’t sound like an adult. To Indya, it sounded like a little girl. A little girl crying…. it sounded like her.
“Ty, i’m sick of hearing shit through the grapevine! When are you just going to come out and say it?”
“Viv, she’s a friend from college. How many times a day do I need to explain this?”
“Call her. Call her right now. If she’s just a ‘friend from college’ it won’t hurt right?”
“You’re tripping.”
“I’ll do it myself if you don’t. I got her number from your cell phone. You forgot to lock it last night.”
“Fine.”
It seems Ty has gotten himself into a bit of a pickle. Indya loves pickles. When she arrived she almost felt sorry for the other woman. I mean, it’s really not her fault. Indya could handle this one of two ways: adult or petty…..
“Indya, this is Vivienne. I’ve been telling her about college life and she has asked to meet you.”
Indya almost choked on her bubbalicious….
“Oh… yeah… college! Good old days right Ty? Yeah… those were the days. See Viv, back in college we were really good friends…”
Ty was sweating now, staring at Indya, grinding his teeth, pleading with his eyes that she stick to the script.
“Ty used to play football and I was a cheerleader. Fun times. He also had a fat ass bank account and loved to spend money on girls in short skirts. Whew! LAWD those were the days. Fat wallet, fat dick, fat tongue… Yeah, college. Not only were we good friends, he proposed to me! I ended up selling the ring for this weave though. Word of advice, if you decide to say yes? He likes it when you suck his right nipple. Gets him rock hard. Y’all have a good day now. Oh and Ty, thanks for the deposit, I really needed that. You see these shoes? All you boo….”
My my my…. look who was spotted around Newcrest. Shaking my DAMN head. I’ll give Indya credit, she keeps her shit together. On the other hand, she’s trying to find out how Ty, her ex-fiance, seems to always show up where she is. I mean, doesn’t he have a “new woman” now?
Not that Indya has any fucks to give about the situation…. She’s also not stupid and remembers a lot of shit. Like, for instance: On Tuesday March 12th at approximately 1:32am Ty decided to play her in a bar full of people. To this day, Indya will blame her period for those two and a half tears that she shed.
Why not play him back? See….. Indya can smell thirst and money from seven cities away. Ty reeked of it. Indya could smell exactly how many new bills were in his wallet and his biological thirst component.
So she teased the fuck out of him. Even let him grab the ass he hasn’t gripped since pools first came out….
Ain’t even mad.
Y’all should have known your favorite killa would be celebrating today. Basically everyday. All day.
Who the hell is smuggling this shit in for her? You can GET IN TROUBLE JERRI!!
Indya ran in to her ex-fiance at the bar. Why she chooses to remain in this small ass town is beyond me. Normally she can run into an ex without batting an eye (unless the sex was good, then she bats an eye), but whenever its Ty, the image of his face the day he confronted her about fucking another man is an image she’ll never forget. She hates him for that. Even though she’s the one who was wrong. But that’s Indya for you……
Meanwhile, we’ll miss you Jerri!!! A true ride or die… May your commissary stay packed and may Oasis State Penitentiary be the pussy paradise you hoped it would be.
Indya still deserves her happy ending…..
Months had passed before Indya was back to her old self. But once she was back, she was back. All she had to do was give “the look” and after a few drinks it was time to find a closet, a hot tub, a tent, a bed, a bush…. well, you get the point.
“Indya, go home. Nothing happened. Everything, from now on, is bliss”
“J, I think…..”
“Bitch…. go, the fuck, home”
“Love you sis”
“Leave before I empty the rest of this clip”
“Wake up you sick, sad, sorry, sadistic son of a bitch. You recognize me? Maybe not since i’m not 7 anymore. Yeah mothafucka. Look close. You see them beautiful women over there? They’ll be the last faces your beady little eyes see bitch. You still like beating the fuck out of women? You still like traumatizing little girls? Yeah bitch… gotcho ass now. Pray bitch. I SAID PRAY”
And just like that…. poof… he was gone.
“Indya, momma, y’ all aight?”
“We’re good. You?”
“My panties got wet off that shit. Let’s get the fuck outta here”
“Well if you ain’t gon’ listen to me, fine. Do what you gotta do. I knew this day would come. But y’all know what, imma watch you smoke his ass”
What Indya and Jerrilee didn’t realize is that Indya’s mother was released from prison years ago and went back to their abusive father. The permanent scar under her eye was a result of having to spend an extra year in prison for a fight. She didn’t get the scar in prison, she got it when she returned home. Punishment for making that horrible man raise Indya. Indya cried… she remembered this woman. She asked her if she was her mother years ago. She asked why she didn’t tell her. No answer. She couldn’t answer. What she would do, she said, was cover for them.
She wanted him dead too.
“This piece of shit lives in a gatdamn trailer park. And what the fuck are you wearing Indya? This is a murder BITCH, not a haute couture funeral.”
“Fuck you J.”
“Come on Indie, let’s get this over with.”
“J, let me do it. Please? I hate him. I HATE HIM! He used to….”
“INDIE! Keep your voice down and wipe your fucking face. I know what he used to do to you. And he’s about to meet his maker for that sick shit. Now, I might let you get a lick in, but i’m unloading on him. After what he did do you really think i’ll let YOU take the case? Now come. Thee fuck. ON.”
“Love you J….”
“Love you back big sis..”
Throwback Thursday!
That one time when Indya tried to turn herself into a housewife but didn’t get treatment for her alcohol and dick addiction.
“Oh my god J, you don’t think he’s going to smell all this? Damn you haven’t changed.”
“You honestly think I give a fuck about his feelings? Literally, fuck his entire emotional well being. That’s why I fucked his sister and left her ass.”
“Whaaaaa….”
“Sure did. Had that bitch in love too. I got some new pussy now but that’s beside the point. You still *cough* having *cough, hack, choke* them nightmares Indie?”
“Yes. Except…. it’s not him anymore. It’s me… me as a little girl. And I look so disappointed. Like I hate what I’ve become you know?”
“He’s not showing up your dreams but he’s showing up in mine.”
“You know J… you were right. Let’s get it over with. That son of a bitch is out here walking around like he hasn’t ruined our lives. I want him to suffer like we did baby girl. That mutherfucka has got to go.”
“Oh word? Bitch. We could have saved all this sappy shit and got straight to the point! I’ll do it. You’re too pretty for prison Indya. Me? Prison is a pussy playground.”
“Indya. Bitch. You forgot you had a sister?”
“Oh my god where the fuck have you been J?”
“Minding mine.”
“How much weed you smoke today?”
“Really bitch? Same amount as the dicks you fucked this week.”
“Fuck you J”
“I’m on my way.”
This is usually how Indya spends her valentine’s day. She doesn’t really know how to do the whole love thing. Poor baby.
Someone else decided to visit the new movie theater today too.
With absolutely zero fucks to give or be found, Indya met up with her trusty side piece at the club. Indya consumed entirely too much alcohol and found a fuck. In the closet.
Payback is a bitch Trent.
“What are we even doing Trent? What is this?”
“You know what it is Indya. It’s what you do best. We fuckin.”
“WHAT? So fuck my feelings?”
“Who you foolin’ Indya? You aint’ got no feelings.”
“Fuck you! FUCK YOU! You don’t even know me? You don’t know me Trent?”
“Yeah, I do. And so do half of the brothas in this city.”
Indya’s demons continued to haunt her. She fought those demons the only way she knew how….
I can’t even be mad at Indya for staying at the club until 5am. Slay bitch.
That look when your ex shows up at your house smelling like sweat and axe body spray at 3am and starts eating your last plate of macaroni and you start questioning your purpose in life.
As if Indya’s thirsty ass REALLY NEEDED TO KNOW about the new club across town…
Indya is going to eventually learn the hard way that it’s NOT a good idea to keep stringing your ex along by his joystick.
Indya found out that there was new D in The Springs was pretty lit these days. The bar scene was still lame though.
So what does she do? Gives Trenton an offer he couldn’t refuse.
She was very clear about not getting involved.
In fact, she took pleasure in turning them down. Eventually, her nature got the best of her. You can take the lioness out of the jungle, but you cannot take the jungle out of the lioness.
That moment you discover your girlfriend is not going to become a housewife any time soon but you’re all like “fuck it” because you’re fine af…
Indya has been feelin like…… she feelin like……
Let’s just say committed relationships are not her thing. Trenton, clearly, is not amused with her recent shenanigans.
As much as Indya resented her sister she knew she could confide in her. They grew up apart but were becoming closer as adults. Before they could finish their food, Indya started telling it all. It was time Jerrilee knew what life was like with their father…
“He was a raging alcoholic J. He loved women and he hated women. And there were always women. I remember trying to ask them sometimes….. if they were, you know… mom. None of them ever let me finish my sentence. Dad would get piss drunk and beat the shit out of those ladies. But for whatever reason, they kept coming back. I wonder if it was because of me. Like they were afraid for me. He beat the shit out of me too J…”
“WAIT.. WHAT?”
Jerrilee was getting angrier with each word. Each word stung and burned her. She pictured her father, the best she could remember but in her memories his face was always a blur.. She was the younger of the two and only clearly remembers their grandmother.
“Sometimes he would come into my room at night J. He smelled like pee, cheap cologne and vodka. I still smell it sometimes. He used to make me…. He was a very bad person. I hated him and loved him at the same time.”
Jerrilee didn’t want to hear anymore. She wanted to find him and slice his fucking throat.
“I’m sorry J… I’m in this relationship and its getting serious. I don’t know how to love and I don’t want to hurt him. Your girlfriend’s brother, Trent. All I know is how to use men. I watched daddy use women. It’s all I know. Please don’t tell anyone ok?”
“We’re going to kill him Indie. We’re going to roll his ass up like a blunt and smoke the fuck out of him.”
The more serious Indya and Trent had become, the more demons she would face. Those demons, monsters… crept through her mind at night and made her second guess herself. She knew very well why she couldn’t sleep at night.
It was because she was sleeping in the bed with men.
Something that, as a child, she swore she would never let happen again.
It had become habit for Indya to meet Trenton at his place when he got off work. Neither one of them thought anything was wrong with it.
Until…
“You know, instead of meeting you here, I could just be here. Everyday.“
This not only took Trenton by surprise, but I think even Indya was shocked to hear herself say it. A kiss on her neck was all the reply she needed.
One thing is for certain though, she’d have to understand the David family. And she’d have to explain to Mrs. David that, despite the age gap, it could work……
Update coming! I finally got to sit down and enjoy my game!
“I don’t deserve him……”
I don’t think he noticed….
“I’m not going to play with you Indya. I know you’re not happy. Did you know you cry in your sleep? Look… I love you. I love you enough to give you whatever you want. If that means you stay here with no commitment to me, that’s fine. I just…..”
“It’s not that Ty, baby stop that please.”
“Like I said. No commitment if you don’t want it. I just want you to have the happiness you deserve. Come here…”
Indya hates the mushy shit. The “talk”… all of that. For her there are literally three things she wants:
- Money
- Dick
- Men who have made it out of their feelings
In that order.
She’s learned early on that the “I love you” speech doesn’t mean shit. When she hears it, she cringes. The hairs all over her body stand on edge and it’s like fight or flight immediately sets in.
“Indya, how can i make you happy right now?”
“Fuck me.”
“Whats ya name lil girl?”
“Indya, um are you my…”
“Listen here baby. Don’t never, ever grow up to be like me ya hear? This ain’t the life to be livin’. Now gone and do ya homework fo ya daddy wake up. Gone nah!”
Truth is…. she lied.
Indya wants all of the things Trenton wants. Her problem is she doesn’t know how to be a wife or a mother. She never had the example. She was raised by her father who always had different women coming in. He always had money and after hearing bumps and moans and screaming coming from his room at night, those women always left happy.
She just doesn’t know any better. A painful reality for her.
When Indya finally hooked up with Trenton that evening she was so ready to rip his clothes off. He’s young, he’s packing, he’s fit, he’s fine, he can go for hours. She couldn’t get enough. Perhaps that’s why she blew up at her man that morning. Trenton was younger with more stamina. To her surprise, when she arrived, Trenton took her to the park. He wanted to get to know her. Indya hates this part, but she was flattered at the romanticism of it all.
“What do you want in this life Trent?”
“What my parents have. I want a wife, children, successful career. I want to be my father. They’ve been married for years and still act like newlyweds. They raised successful children. I want to provide for my family. What about you?“
Indya was silent. She got up from the park bench and took his hand. She showed him her dream home and said…
“Trent, you see that house? I want to live there. I want money, lots of money. I want sex several times a day. I want to travel and shop. I want everything money can buy. See, that is where we’re different. You want everything money can’t buy. I need to go now baby…..”
Poor Trenton was left speechless. He jogged home pondering a million different questions.
Indya is most certainly not one to hold her tongue. So when her man woke her up with a 2 minute woo-hoo session she was less than impressed: “What the fuck did we just do? What was that?” “Indya, I get tired, I work…..” “I don’t want to hear it. Put in some gotdamn work in that bed”.…… That is how she sent him to work. Wrong on so many levels.
Still disappointed and sexually frustrated she called Trenton and set up a date for later. As she was getting ready to meet him, a woman came to the door. Indya is very quick-witted and this one didn’t stand a chance…
“Are you the bitch that’s fucking up my man’s dick game?”
“Wait… excuse me?”
“Ugh…. I hate bitches like you. You’re probably such a dry lay that it’s rubbing off on him! At least throw it back. Move your hips. Smack your own ass. Make him pull your hair. I can’t stand you lame bitches. Girl, bye!”
Indya, tell us how you really feel….
Trenton wasn’t ready. Five rounds and then knocked out.
Indya was very pleased with herself, but she had to go in true thot form.
At least she left a note…..
When a chick you really wanted to smash suddenly pops up at your crib and at first you’re skeptical but, them titties….
So you entertain her advances trying to play it cool since you really have the upper hand because, I mean, she dissed you first! But, that ass…
And she’s all like “You wanna take this inside”
And you’re all like “Do you have sensitive skin?” because you know you’re finna smash but want to make sure you have the right brand of condoms.
Speaking of Indya….
She can pull some of the finest, most attractive men in the world with her breasts, hips, ass and looks. She lives with one now! He has a great career, great house, great car, great bank account, great dick, great tongue…..
She’s even tried the whole stay-at-home-fiancee thing. It never works.
She’s never satisfied.
So while she’s out here playing with the hearts of men, there are other women who will gladly take her place.
Indya, however, cannot find any fucks to give about the situation.
In Indya’s defense… she DID try and see if Trenton was home first, but he was working so….
Turns out she ran into her old side-piece. The same side-piece that cost her an engagement ring, her crib and her man. She had no fucks to give because she was instantly reminded of that D as soon as she saw his face.
Trenton and Indya didn’t exactly hit it off. She is very hard to please. After asking her to please get the hell out, he apologizes to his bed for the lack of action.
“Nice place”
“Nice ass….”
It really doesn’t take Indya long to get what she wants.
Trenton has just been granted the “you shall smash” pass.
Indya has found herself another victim man with a lot of money and a big stick.
She is very happy with herself. How long will it last tho?
On the way to the bar, Indya ran into someone who she never got the chance to say “i’m sorry” to. She learned he was on his way to a blind date. Indya decided to take her heels off, walk back to her sister’s house and cry it out under the blankets of her ridiculously uncomfortable air mattress.
Jerrilee isn’t really the bar type.
Indya trying to convince her sister to get dressed and come out drinking with her.
“If we weren’t related, I’d totally hit that.”
So Indya has been living with her little sister Jerrilee for about a month. She’s learned a few things:
- Jerri can’t cook for shit
- Jerri is always stoned (shesastonershesastonershesastoner)
- Jerri pays her mortgage selling art and photographs
- Jerri smokes way too many cigarettes
- Jerri laughs just like their mother
Speaking of their mother… Indya didn’t have the best childhood. Her momma died in prison when Indya was 8 and Jerri was 4. They have different fathers. Indya was raised by her biological father and really doesn’t want to talk about that. Jerri was raised by their grandmother in a very rich part of Willow Creek. Their grandmother owned some land there and Jerri ended up with the loft but nothing else. Indya learned granny died 3 years ago. It’s been almost twenty years since she’s last seen her little sister although they’ve always had each others’ phone numbers. They are getting used to each other..
After being kicked out of her own home for being an unfaithful little SimThot, Indya found herself asking her baby sister if she could stay with her until she “gets on her feet”. Neither of them were pleased with this request.
Things Fall Apart 