If Loving You Is Wrong (RENEWED)

No Good

—December 23rd, 2016, Friday– 6:45 AM—

Sloane

I heard the floorboards creak near the front door. "The fuck?" I said, slowly closing the fridge door. "Hey Sloane." I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around, placing the sour cream on the island. "Lila what the fuck are you doing here? Was you......was you fucking following me?" I asked. "That's not important right now. We need to talk." She said. I rolled my eyes. "Trust me, whatever you gotta say or want to talk about is irrelevant and I don't give two fucks about it. Now if you'll excuse me.... I need to get this to Bree." I said, gesturing towards the sour cream in front of me. She scoffed and pulled a gun out from behind her and cocked it, laughing.

"Sloane I'm not playing around right now." She laughed once more. "Yo, this shit isn't funny Lila, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelled. "See I tried to let go of the fact that Bree is pregnant by Iz." She laughed. "But every time I get him to myself, she's always in the fucking way." She snapped, her face going straight. She began walking towards me. I backed up towards the living room, with my hands raised. "Lila, you're completely out of it right now." I said. "What's the matter with you?" I asked. "What's the matter with me you say? That hoe ass bitch Bree! That's what's the matter with me." She yelled. "She took something of mine, now I'm going to take something of hers." She said, pointing her gun at me.

I took off running towards the living room, but her gun went off. I got hit in the back, falling to the floor, I rolled over. "Fuck!" I yelled. I reached for my phone in my pocket, but her gun went off, shooting a hole straight through my left hand. "Ah!" I screamed, rocking back and forth. She was laughing hysterically. She shot me again, in the chest causing blood to splatter on her face. She looked so crazy and deranged. She's really about to kill me right now, and I can't even do anything about it. "Lila." I cried. "Stop....please." I added, trying to move away from her, my blood smearing on the carpet. She busted out laughing. "Do you hear yourself!" She yelled. "Pathetic." She snapped. She stood over me as I tried to move away from her. "Please." I whispered. "Please, please, PLEASE!" She yelled. "God you sound like a fucking bitch." She laughed. I grunted, trying my best to move away from her, but was getting nowhere.

"Oh ho oh." She sung, smirking afterwards. "And don't think I forgot about that little stunt you pulled at your weak ass welcome home party." She spat. "That was Iz's and I's secret." She hissed. "You exploited us in front of everyone." She yelled. "No one was supposed to find out about our relations. But you......" She scoffed, pointing the gun at me. "Yo' jealous ass couldn't stand it. Him hurting Bree the way he did was a burning point for you." She said laughing. I grunted. "Crazy how you're saying this shit, when you didn't want her to find out in the first place because you didn't want to lose your friendship with her." I groaned out in pain. She scoffed. "Fuck her friendship! It's all clear to me now." She said calmly. The fuck is this bitch on about??

"We weren't meant to be friends to begin with." She spat. "I was using her." She continued on. "My plans for Bree will fall in line shortly. This is just the beginning." She said with a smile. This hoe is beyond crazy......Who the fuck is this bitch?? I was falling in and out of consciousness from the amount of blood I was losing. Fuck! If I black out now, I might not be able to wake up......which means I'll probably be dead. Shit! I began crying. This was not the way I wanted to go out. I just got released from prison.... Just got a second chance at life. "Fuck!" I cried. "Awwwnnn are you crying?" She pouted. "I'm sorry it had to be this way." She whined. "It didn't have to be." I grunted, still sliding away from her. "You just wanted to be a jealous, conniving bitch." I hissed, grunting in pain.

I laughed, followed by a cough. "I almost feel bad for you." I grunted, laughing again. "Shut the fuck up!" She screamed, shooting me again. "Mmm." I grunted, feeling blood in my throat. "So what, you're going to shoot me to death." I groaned, no longer being able to move. She shot me in the back, the hand, and twice in the chest. I'm surprised I'm still breathing. "You know what Sloane......you talk way too much." She said. She fired off four more rounds......