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𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙻𝚈𝙽, 𝙽𝚈📍𝟾:𝟶𝟿 𝙿𝙼
" I don't give a fuck boutnunnadetshittttt." Manii dragged through the phone making me laugh at her annoying ass.Her nasty self called to tell me fat ma missing me and for me to come put my tongue in her which got me ready to say fuck this shit and go take care of her but as tempting as that sounds...it's gone have to wait.
" What I said? Huh?." I took slow steps as I made my way back to the room I was in before the call and shook my head at the muffled screams coming from inside it.
" You said and I quote, "I'm gon' give you this big dick once you done healing" and you also said, " That pussy better be ready to take a trip to pound-town" And guess the fuck what!?? I am healed and this pussy wet and ready to take a long ass trip to pound-town!." She whined into the phone and it took everything in me not to turn my ass around and get the fuck outta this building.
" Fuck man! Baby stop doing this shit to me, I'm gon' take care of you once I'm done handling this shit, Aii?." I spoke in a low tone and briefly closed my eyes tight tryna get rid of the dirty thoughts she just put in my mind.
" But Papi—" I rushed out a quick 'I love you' and hung up the phone with a frustrated sigh.
It's been about 2 weeks since she got shot and the first week was hell—she went through so many emotions that at one point I couldn't even keep up but one talk with her Pops was all I needed to put my ass back on track.
Manii went from being angry to being overwhelmed and sad from the nightmares she kept on having and that led her to being snappy as hell from not getting enough sleep cause of the nightmares. That lasted a few days then all of a sudden she went out and came back with a new attitude.
She told me she was going on a drive to clear her head and her parents let me know that it was a matter of time before she went out—injured or not. they said to just let her go and to keep any questions to myself cause she'll end up telling me whenever she felt like it so I did exactly as they said even though it was fucking killing me inside not being able to know where she was at or if she was safe or not but again, her parents reassured me that she was absolutely safe and sound.
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General Fiction"...𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙚, 𝘼 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚." ♫ 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖, 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮 "𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡"𝙗𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙥 𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 ♫