A nice girl, Zurian.
The meanest druglord, Bones.
Psychotic delusional preachers kid, Bryson.
What happens when she falls for both, not knowing anything about their hidden agenda against her?
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I was being choked to death and touched on by someone I...
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>Zuri's and Angel's apartment
"Yo. You really buggin' me son. I'm really finna leave yo ass in the hallway." He fussed.
I can't walk nigga. I'm drunk. Pick me tf up.
"Y-you're so mean."
"And I care because?" He fumbled with my keys, trying different ones to open up the door.
He really left me on this floor.
Fine ass bastard.
He finally got it to open, leaving me outside in the hallway while he left me like he said he'd do. I got up enough strength to move closer to the door, yelling for him to come help me.
Did this nigga close my door?
"Open up my door!"
"Yo, Dash gone owe me for this shit man. On everything, he know I hate yo ass." He smacked his teeth, picking me up bridal style.
I hate you too.
"Ow!" I yelled out in pain.
That bastard hit my head on the door.
"Yo big ass head. Shit wasn't my fault." He mumbled.
He slowly and carefully walked me to my room, well I thought until he busted through Angels room door.
Glad she ain't here.
"This one isn't mine." I lifted my head off his shoulder. My eyes were starting to get heavy, and I was slowly following asleep in this comfortable embrace.
"Well how tf i'm pose to know?" He mugged me, while going into the other room. My room.
Finally.
What happened next almost sobered my ass up, but it didn't surprisingly. This nigga threw me on the bed like we in a WWE match.
"Did you have to throw me?"
"Yes, yo ass was getting heavy. Is u good? Can I go now?"
"How you even getting home? You drove my car here."
"Shit. I knew I should've drove." I heard him mumbled.
"I don't fck wit ubers and I know Dash ass ain't gone come." He continued to talk to himself.
