JaBria suffering from domestic violence from her overly-strict parents meets Braxton (ice) a drug lord's son.
What happens when they meet in an unexpected way?
"So the girls are going to get their nails and hair done, wanna tag?" He asked doing a like dance.
"No am good" she shrugged laying on her bed.
"Want me to get you a hairstylist to come over if you don't wanna be with them?" He asked sitting beside her.
"She's still gonna make me talk anyways so no am good, imma do it my self" she shrugged.
"You do your hair your self?" He asked smiling like a child.
"Yep, why you think the wig you have me yesterday was done so good?" She gigled.
"Damn I got me a keeper" he whispered but loud enough for her to hear.
"You know am going to the gym today right?" He asked her.
"Yeah good luck" she said closing her eyes.
"Ja'Bria" he said softly.
"What?" She groaned.
"We never talked about what happened the night you came here with a glass wound" he said and her face softened.
"My brother found the phone and ratted me to my parents and my mama beat me up, I called her a bitch and ran out and called you" she said with a shrug trying to keep it as short as possible.
"Meaning you can't ever go to the house again?" He asked frowning.
"Yup or they finna feed me to dogs" she chuckled.
"Well we got you and you safe here" he said rubbing her leg and stood up.
"Want a hug?" he asked looking at her.
"No am good" she said with her eyes still closed.
"You won't see me for a long time" he teased she gave in and they hugged.
Jabria's POV One hour later
My phone phone chimed and I immediately rolled over to reach it.
It was a message from braxton reading, "zan really wanted to be in my picture🙄"
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