#hausofdricki

HOD is proud to announce Dricki Week has made it to Instagram!! Shoutout to everyone who participated and is going to participate!!

Note To Self

This upcoming Dricki week, HOD is adding another day. On the 19th we are hosting a writing contest that will run until the 22nd. Rules to enter are easy peasy.

Submit your oneshot or piece of writing to our blog or tag ‘hausofdricki’ in the tag section

Your piece of writing has to do with the word, mask.

Entering is open from the 19th to the 22nd

Voting will begin on the following day and will end on the 28th

Prizes?

Promotion, your choice of visual/video promo, a banner, or a showcase of your chosen story or oneshot on your blog.

This is meant to be fun! Everyone can enter!

           WHERE WERE YOU?

    *NICKI POV*

      “Sweetheart, mommy has to go to work.” I told my 3 year old daughter as she looked up at me with those big brown eyes that I have a hard time saying no to.

“But mommy-“, I cut her off before she could start with the whining and complaining that she’s famous for. As well as the dramatics that she probably got from me.

“Sierra Alice Maraj, we are not going through this again. You know that every night I go to work to do what?” I asked.

“Pay the bills so I can get toys to play with and food in my tummy.” She answered back to me. We go through this practically every night.

“Yes ma’am that is correct now give mommy kisses so I won’t be late to work and make money for my little peanut to have practically everything she desires.” I spoke to her.

She finally agreed and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. We spoke our “I love you’s” before I thanked my mom for watching her and headed to work.

 Well now I just realized that I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Nicole, but everyone calls me Nicki. I’m 24 years old and have a 3 year old daughter if you haven’t realized yet. I got pregnant when I was 21 and probably one of the hardest things that has ever happened to me. I didn’t get pregnant traditionally. I was raped.

I was in college for psychology at NYU, but unfortunately my dreams of becoming a therapist were over as soon as I got pregnant. I was at a party and everything became blurry. That’s all I remember.

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with a note on the bedside table, pain in between my legs, dried up blood, and my virginity stolen. I wanted to keep my virginity until I was married but unfortunately that didn’t happen. I was angry for a while. Hurt for a while too, but then I found out I was pregnant. Probably one of the toughest things I’ve been through. My mom was with me through it all and supported me for the most part. I barely have friends anymore, except for the people I work with, but they don’t count.

I love my daughter to death and I thank God for her every day, but I wish she came at a later time in my life. I wish I was successful and had my own practice, married to someone nice, and just as successful and then had her. She deserves that much. My baby girl deserves the world but unfortunately I can’t give her that. There are so many things I wish I could give her. For instance; a nice tea set, a baby car, dolls that aren’t handed down from my family, a better living space, more time between me and her instead of working all the time to try to pay bills, a father, but I guess some things don’t work out I guess.

I still to this day don’t know who her father is it frustrates me every day when I see her face. At the same time I don’t want to know who he is. I want my daughter to have a father in her life, but I don’t want it to be him.

                                    *DRAKE POV*

  “Yo, Drizzy nice party!” Some random guy said to me.

“Thanks dude glad you’re enjoying yourself.” I responded. I might not know who he is, but I like to thank all the people that come to my parties. Sike! I don’t give a damn about all of these people just like they don’t give a damn about me.

My name is Drake to most, but to my mom it’s Aiden. I’m 26 years old with no kids and a good future ahead of me. If you didn’t know I’m probably one of the most respected niggas in the streets and that’s only because of my job.

I’m a lawyer. But not just any lawyer probably the best you’ve seen. I can get any criminal off easy. Probably because of my charm or I find easy ways to get loop holes. I went to NYU for college and started there at the age of 16. Started working at a firm when I was 21 and spent 3 years at grad school while working. That’s how I gained my credibility. Opened my own practice up at 24. Instantly had clients. I have yet to lose a case.

Now as much as that was, it was honestly worth it. It might’ve been difficult handling a social life, keeping my grades up, working, bills, etc., I can honestly just sit back and look at my work. At the rate I’m going by the time I’m 30 I can retire. Hopefully by then I’ll find a female who I can settle down with and have some kids with. I would have to find a loyal female for that; something that is so hard to find.

My thoughts were knocked out by my waitress Nicki coming over to my section in the club asking if I needed anything. After politely saying “no” she walked away. Of course when she walked away I was “politely” staring at her ass and boy was that thing big! I’ve been coming to this club for years and have always admired Nicki. Well some might not call it admiring because I know almost everything about her. Let’s just say hiring a private investigator was probably one of the best decisions of my life.

Something about her just has me infatuated. And I barely speak to her except for when I’m telling her my drink orders. She’s just perfect and I don’t know why I don’t have the balls to speak to her. Well I do, but that’s another story.

“Yo, Drake a couple of us are tryna take this party elsewhere you wanna join?” My boy Trey said. I wasn’t really done staring at Nicki so I declined.

“Nah I’m good. Y'all have fun though. Fuck a bad bitch for me!” He walked off laughing and said alright.

Now back to my Nicki story. I know practically everything about her. I know she has a kid and she’s barely making ends meet in her tiny apartment. That’s why everytime I come here, which is like twice a week, I always leave a generous tip. Some call it stalking I call it looking out for my future baby mama. She was different.