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Cito
January 24th
Upper Westside, Manhattan NY
12:23am
I yawned loudly into my room as I tiredly rubbed my eyes, finally laying down on my bed. A nigga had a lot going on today and needed to sleep all of that shit off. It really was about time I caught up on some sleep, my lack of nights rest was starting to wear my ass out. Closing my eyes my mind go blank, didn't have time for thoughts to be keeping me up tonight.
Images of the niggas we just killed started to flash in my brain. The blood, their faces right before I shot them, the bricks we tied to their ankles before throwing them in the bayou. The grimiest thing is I felt numb to it, it was like I haven't missed a beat since being back. I lacked empathy for anyone, that's the part of myself I hate the most. Sucking my teeth once again clearing my mind, I rolled from side to side, trying to get comfortable is this soft ass mattress.
Soon as Cito was about to drift off his phone vibrated on the bed next to him. Feeling the need to ignore whoever it was, he grabbed his phone to silence it. But Cito was caught off guard when he saw a message from an unknown number. Raising up to sit up straight in the bed, because he didn't play that shit bout mother fuckers having his personal line. Clicking on the message he read it out loud.
From 347-366-xxxx
Not you doing pop ups to my house.
Sucking his teeth after reading the message he figured it was from Sade. Even though she was blowing his right now, he saved her number before responding to her.
To: SB
I wanted to see you
I sent the message, deciding to just be honest this time. It was no point in acting like I didn't care cause she gone know I'm bullshiting. I nervously waited for her to text back, few seconds later my phone vibrates again.
From: SB
For what?
"This girl just can't help but be difficult" Cito whispers out in the air.
To: SB
Stop actin like that
From: SB
Like what? Answer the question
To: SB
I can't just wanna see you?
SB
So you not gonna come back.
To: SB
Im in the crib
From SB
Okay.. and?
To SB
fuck you
From SB
I'll see you in 15 minutes
"Fifteen minutes? Who the fuck she think she talkin too? She really Losing me" he complains but still gets up to put his sweats back on. Divine already knew it was her because no one else would be bold enough to talk to him like that. He was feeling like a zombie trying the get dressed to make this trip to her a second time. At this point his pride was gone and the craziest need to be around her replaced it. On top of that he had a bone to pick with her. Fuck she thought was going on having a nigga up in her spot.
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Fanfiction"I try not to show how I feel about you Thinking we should wait but we don't really want to I just wanna get away And sit right next to you.." A G Herbo & Dess Dior love story.
