Fast Living (Urban)

Chapter 8

As Dira jumped on Ty and they both fell to the floor. Vic managed to put on his pants while under the bed. He got up and ran downstairs to go to his car to get his gun but when he go to the front door he realized it wasn’t a good idea so he ran in the kitchen instead a grab the knife and went for the knife on the counter. When he went to reach for it but he noticed the little zip lock bag with excess white stuff in the bag. He then notice the excess white stuff on the knife.

Meanwhile upstairs Ty got up and lifted Dira up by her hair and slammed in head into the wall. But the coke gave her confidence because now she wasn’t having that shit. She yanked her head from his grip making him loosening up all of her tracks the lunged at all giving him all the blows she can to the face.

Ty blocked her hits and slapped her to the ground. She shuffled so fast to her feet she lost balance making her trip again but on her own. She crawled to her night stand and yanked the lamp off of it and managed to throw it at him before he got to her. Ty caught the lamp and just as he was about to beat her with it she lunged at him again making both of them fall to the floor once again.

She swiftly got to her feet once again and ran downstairs. She noticed the door was left open which indicated that Vic left. She ran outside into the garage to see if he was still there but he wasn’t. Dira was scared for her life to go back inside but she didn’t have neither of her phones nor did she have on any shoes.

Therefore she swallowed all of her fears and went inside ready for whatever she had coming her way from Ty. She went back into the loft and silently closed the door behind her. She swallowed hard and went upstairs to find Ty sitting at the edge of her bed with his face buried in his hands.

After he noticed her presence he glared at her. Dira remained at the top step just in case he tried something, she can escape. “You going to stop seeing that nigga or I will kill you before they do.” He said in low tone then getting up and digging in his pocket. He pulled out the keys to her wagon and throw them at her feet.

He walked towards the step and she stepped aside so he can pass. He went downstairs and out the door. Dira was shocked at the fact that he gave her back the keys. She was happy but she didn’t want to leave the house until at least the swelling on her face went down because she can always cover the bruises up with makeup.

She picked up the keys and placed them on her nightstand and went downstairs to get both of her phones off the kitchen counter. She tried calling Vic but everytime he would send her to voicemail. She wasn’t sure why exactly he wasn’t answering so she texted him.

Dira: He left

Dira: Where are you?

Dira: Can you call me please so we can talk?

Dira: are you forwarding my calls?

All she seen that he read the messages because his read recipient was on. She really wanted to talk to Vic about this whole situation but he wouldn’t talk to her so just gave up on everything. She went upstairs into her room just as she went to lie down her iPhone rung. She hurriedly answered the phone.

“Vic I’m so sorry!” she said.

 “This isn’t Vic sweetheart.” The guy laughed. She looked at her phone noticing that the call was blocked.

“Who is this?” she said sitting on the edge of her bed.

“I’m going to text you an address and you will be there in 30 minutes exactly and I know you won’t disappoint me Dira.” The guy said then hanging up before she got to say anything. She sat there for a minute trying to figure out who it can possibly be. But she got dressed because she knew if she didn’t comply whoever they were was going to come after her.