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| California 📍| 6-10-23
"India, you're fucking lying." Asian spoke, looking at India in shock.
"I would never lie to you, girly." India replied, opening another pickle.
"FUCKKK." Asian yelled out in frustration.
"What's wrong, boo?" India asked, facing in her direction.
"There's just too much going on. I'm finna kill his ass." Asian replied, now irritated about all of the bullshit that's been going on.
Taking the burner phone out of her pocket, she went to the only number that was saved on the phone... her brother.
Calling the number, the phone rang for a moment before he answered.
"Zahair, what were you about to tell me before i hung up on you?." Asian asked waiting for his response.
"I was finna tell you to stay away from Von because he killed our parents." He answered.
"Thanks, I know that now." She said getting annoyed all over again.
"I'm finna send an address to you in an hour so we can meet up and talk." He spoke before hanging up the phone leaving her no chance to respond.
"You ready to go back to the house?" India asked, putting the gear shift in drive.
"Yes." Asian responded letting the passenger seat back with the button on the side.
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Sighing, Asian opened the door to the bedroom her and Von were sharing and put the bag of snacks on the nightstand.
"Where the fuck you been at?" Von asked, looking up from his bright phone screen.
"Nigga I told yo dumb ass we went to the fucking store." Asian retorted back.
"Aye, shorty I don't know who the fuck yo ass is talking to, but i'm not one of them niggas you used to run the streets with. Don't talk to me crazy." Von retorted, making Asian roll her eyes.
