'A hand wrapped around my wrist and I pulled out the pocket knife. "Woah," Jabu said and let go of me.
"What does she have?" I asked him. "What does who have?" he questioned. "What does Brooklyn have that I don't!?" I yelled and he remained silent.
I continued to walk towards the door and when Jabu tried to stop me again, I scratched him with the knife on his arm.
"Shit, I'm sorry," I whispered. He was bleeding and his hand was over the cut. It looks deep.
I dropped the knife and rushed to the kitchen to get the first aid kit. I found him sitting on the floor and putting pressure on the cut.
I wiped the blood off and wrapped a bandaid over his skin. "Fuck, Maya," he groaned. "I said I'm fucking sorry," I said.
I heard footsteps rushing towards the front door and I quickly slipped out and got into the M8.
Fucking great. Now I'm gonna have to ask my mother to get me a car all because I came here with stupid fucking cheater Billy.
I drove out and to the highway blasting music in the car to somewhat calm myself down.
On my way back to the house, a car stopped in front of me and another behind me. Am I really about to be hijacked?
I pulled out a gun from under the passenger seat because I couldn't figure out how else to get out of this situation.
Men came from both directions and I fired shots towards them. What the fuck is going on? I reversed the car being careful to not hit into anything and drove off speedily.
Number one, I'm not from here. Number two, this is not my fucking car.
I got to the house trembling with the gun still in my hand and Jabu rushed to me. He pulled the gun out of my hand and walked me upstairs.
He sat me on his bed and covered me in the sheets. "Don't leave," I said when he got up. "You know that I'll never leave you," he said and sat back down.
He laid next to me and pulled me towards him. This boy feels like home...'
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"Maya. Wake the fuck up. We're home," Mpumi whispered. I opened my eyes and tried to stretch. I was sleeping in the backseat of the M8.
"So Billy isn't fucking Brooklyn?" I asked. "Uhm... no," she laughed. "Well, I hope the fuck not because you're gonna kill a bitch," she said.
"Come on. You need to shower that blood off," she added and motioned for me to step out of the car.
Everyone sat in the lounge when I walked in and Billy had his eyes on me instead of on the board game they were still playing.
"Is she okay?" he asked Jabu. "Yeah, just give her some time," Jabu responded.
I sat in the shower and the hot water relaxed my muscles. Gosh, this feels so good.
I shoved the bloody dresses in a black plastic bag and wore a hoodie with sweats and slippers.
I put the plastic bag in the M8 and then went to sit with everyone. "You look exhausted," Billy whispered. "Trust me, I am," I responded.
The nap that I took on our way back had honestly just drained me. "Truth or dare!?" Lea yelled and everyone cheered on.
"I'll start with Maya. Truth or dare, bestie?" she said. "Truth," I responded. "Where do you come from?" she asked.
I could feel all eyes on me as I took a sip from the vodka. "Noma. She's getting a divorce," I responded. "Oh no... I'm so sorry. I thought that your response was gonna be spicy," she frowned.
"Billy, truth or dare?" I asked. "Truth," he said. "How old are you?" I asked. "Just know that I'm not the same age as anyone here. You choose if I'm older or younger," he said.
"Jabu, truth or dare?" Billy asked. "Dare," Jabu responded. "Show us your bank balance," Billy said and I nudged him. "Fuck... uhm... take your shirt off or some dumb shit like that," Billy said and leaned back. Jabu pulled the shirt over his head exposing his rock hard abs.
Okay, that was close.
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