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november 23.

𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝟹

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𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝟹. - - 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭
los Angeles, Nevada.

"asian back up please? ima tryna count ma damn money and you fuckin wit dat, lil folks." he mumbled raspy, taking the stack of money out of the money counter.

"who's dat guh you was talking to dayvon and don't lie."

"ion kno." he lied, the girl was markeyvius drug worker. she came to get his moeny for the drugs dayvon sold for this passed week.

"you fucked her?"

dayvon scrunched his face up and looked up from the money and glared up at her. "ran dat shit again! say dat shit again asian, i haven't cheated on yo goof ass and neva will, stop sayin dat shit to me!"

Misharron flicked at his venomous tone before tucking her lip into her mouth and sighing, "von, you took yo meds baby?" she asked sitting behind him and massaging his shoulder gently.

he kissed his teeth and pushed her from him, "get da fuck out, you flaw da fuck out get out ma crib and don't bring yo ass back. i swea on king david." he gritted, standing up from the couch.

he hated when she didn't shit like that she would blame him then as soon as he hurts her pitiful ass feelings, she gets emotional and wanna play buddy buddy.

dayvon hated when she brought up his medication it was for him and his business, why was she sticking her fucking nose in his shit.

he explained several times that his medication cabinet was not for her to looking through, it was his personal stuff, he didn't want people knowing he was schizophrenic and had a little issues.

it was in her blood to take private information and put it on social media he was getting fed up with it he was trying to kept his impulsive intent to kill down, he been doing drugs for the insane voices to stop.

"bae i'm sorry i know yo-"

he tugged at his dread harshly and his eyes became a little darker, "get out, i'm not tellin' you again." he spoke calmly a bit to damn calmly tor hun to be pissed off.

Misharron sniffed as she began to tear up, dayvon stared at her like she was an dummy. "get out!" he shouted getting completely tired of hearing her cries.

he watched her flinches once more before she gathered her things into her bag and rush out of his house slamming it loud as she possible could.

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