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𝐷𝐸𝐽𝐴 MARIE LINN
20
Multi-brand ambassador/influencer
"I just want money fuck a friend"
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Red.
Blood?
Aggression?
No.
I'm bleeding.
To much shit was going on.
I was bleeding through my clothes.
I can't even feel my arm.
"Deja." Heem said, walking over to me.
Standing over me.
"Yea?"
"You don't feel that?" He asked me.
"I see it." I said, tiredly.
I felt weaker by the minute.
"Come on, I got you." He said, picking me up.
"What's going on?" I asked him.
The shooting stopped, the street was quiet.
"Hush up." He told me, grunting as he picked me up.
I did as he told.
Carrying me like we just got married.
The bullet went straight through my arm.
It burned mostly, it's really numb.
"You fucked my best friend?" I asked him as he put me in the car.
"That's what you worried about right now?" He asked me.
"Answer me, please." I lightly demanded.
"A long time ago." He said getting in the car.
He used a little vodka he had in the back seat and poured it on the wound.
"Tsss ouch." I let out, watching him do whatever he was doing.
Taking off his shirt and tying it around my bullet wound tightly.
"You said you loved her." I stated.
"It was just a one night stand type shit."
"I didn't mean that shit."
"If I say I love you while we just fucking ion mean that shit."
He started up the car.
Then pulled off quickly.
The engine really loud.
