𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✔ 𝗚𝘅𝗚

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vincent circled the man—short, black hair and slim—that was tied to the chair in the middle of the room. there's a cloth placed in her mouth, squeezing the corner of his lips as he tried to speak. a blindfold was placed over the guy's eyes, blocking his vision.

he removed the cloth from the guy's eyes, making his eyes fluttered open as he looked around.

"elliot, my boy." vincent said cheerily.,

elliot's head snapped to vincent and he started to wriggle out of the ropes that held him down.

"it's no use," vincent laughed at his attempt to escape from the ropes.

"why, vincent?"

"why, elliot?" vincent gave him a ridiculous look, "obviously because im bored."

elliot let out a shaky breath, "please don't hurt her. i'll find a job and i'll give you your money. it's already going good. all is left is for me to get my pay check and i can start paying you every two weeks."

vincent gave elliot the stink eye.

"who's her?"

"my daughter, vincent. stop playing with me."

vincent laughed and his thoughts ran on delilah but then he shrugged, "im not after her."

elliot let out a breath of relief and vincent walked closer to elliot and took out a knife. elliot tilted his head sideways, thinking vincent was going to hurt him but to his surprise, he cut the ropes.

the tight ropes freed his wrists and his waist and elliot rubbed his wrists in relief.

"how much do you get paid?" vincent asked.

"5k every two weeks."

"are you a janitor or something, elliot?"

i met up with trey at our usual spot and i saw simone and olivia and did our handshake.

"where's homegirl?" simone asked mad i scrunched my nose up at her.

"sorting out some stuff with ciara." i mumbled and trey laughed at me.

"you look like you miss her."

"of course i do. we're never separated from each other." i said, shrugging about it.

"y'all sleep together?"

"that is none of your business." i heard delilah said as she came up to us. her arms wrapped around me from backwards and i felt one of her hands sneaking down to my bottom.

she squeezed it and i looked over my shoulder at her and she grinned.

"aren't you supposed to be in class?" i asked her.

"aren't you all supposed to be in class?" she pointed at the four us and we looked away, "exactly, so don't ask me anything."

my eyebrows raised at her tone and she kept looking at trey, speaking casually as if she didn't just act like a little bitch. i didn't say anything tho and that's how we ended up skipping first period.

so much for keeping a good record, baby.

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"if x equals 2 and y equals 5, z equals 7, what is x to the power of z multiple by y to the power of x?"

this is how they word the questions on the paper instead of putting it in it's correct sense. there wasn't any multiple choices nor any hints to the answer but you have to work it out.

the teacher held the black marker in her hand, peering at us through her glasses that are obviously fake—blue lenses.

"maria — come up and solve it." miss jones flagged the paper in her hand and maria got up, pulling down her short skirt that was riding up her thighs and walked to the board.

maria took the marker from miss jones and she reads the question over again. as soon as maria started, it was obvious she was going to fail. instead of putting the variable at the top, she puts it beside the letter. stupid.

miss jones gave us some algebra questions to solve and then let us have the last 15 minutes of the session free. after mathematics was lunch time—the time when i finally get to see my girl.

it has been 3 agonizing hours since i've seen her. the days we spend and sleep together is getting to me i swear.

im such a simp.

only for her.

you're getting soft too.

only for her.

the bell rings and miss jones dismissed us. i was the last to leave the class because i didn't want to leave in all that crowd.

heading to the cafeteria where i know delilah will be, i went and purchased our lunches. a chicken salad with macaroni and cheese along with apple juice for her and a hamburger with fries, orange juice and cookie for me.

i went to our table and put down the trays.

"where's delilah?" i asked.

"i don't know. we thought she was with you." simone answered and i narrowed my eyes as i turned and looked around the cafeteria.

i sit down and took out my phone and rung her.

after the fifth ring, she answered.

"hello?" her soft voice said through the speaker.

"hey, baby. where are you?" i asked.

"oh, im in the bathroom." she muttered, "i'll be out there in a few."

she hung up after we exchanged a few words and i waited patiently for her, eating my cookie in the meantime.

five minutes has passed and i began to worry. what if something is wrong with her or worse, what if—

no, she's alive and well.

i let another two more minutes slide and then decided to go and look for her.

"do not touch any of the food. i will kill each of you if you do." i pointed my finger at them and they raised their greasy hands at me.

i sling my bag over my shoulder and nodded at them in approval and then went to the bathroom to find delilah.