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"When was the last time you had an anxiety attack?" Landon asked. We were done with the therapy session and now we were leaving.
"It's been a while, I guess I just got too worked up and mad." I shrugged.
"Cause you never like arguing with people or confrontation." He said.
"I don't do arguing with people and I don't like it cause it's no point in going back and forth but she just pissed me off so bad." I said.
"You stood up for yourself kid." He chuckled.
"I don't think I wanna keep going to family therapy, it's just too much for me right now with everything that's goi- something else happened?" He cut me off.
"I'm really not supposed- get in your car and imma trail you." He cut me off and he was looking ahead.
"What's behind me?" I asked slowly.
"Pops got people following me again, get in the car." He said. "I'll tell you about later." He mumbled before I got in my car.
"Before you get in your car make sure it's not a tracker on it." I said and then he walked to his car.
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"My friends in here so don't say nothing mean." I said. We had made it to my condo and now were almost inside. When we walked inside Dayla was sitting on the couch and Nariyah was beside her.
"Hey bestie- oop who is that." Dayla cut herself off.
"The fuck is you lookin' at, it's rude to stare." He mugged her.
"Not when I like what I see- um anyways, this my brother Landon, these my friends Dayla and Nariyah." I cut Dayla off.
"Hey, excuse Dayla she's a lil bold." Nariyah did a tight smile.
"All in my damn face, you want a kiss or some?" He asked and i just shook my head.
