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"oh, it's just you" josiah said as he lowered the gun

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"oh, it's just you" josiah said as he lowered the gun

my heart was literally racing, it felt like it was about to explode at any moment now.

"i thought you was that nigga" he said, grabbing onto my arm, pulling me inside, and locking the door right behind me

as he did that i felt a lil bit of my pee trickle down my leg.

"what the—what's wrong with you?"

"my bad, i didn't know it was you"

"w-w-who else got a key?"

"well...i didn't think about that"

i took in some deep breaths, trying to get my heart rate down and breathing under control before i end up in the hospital or something.

"who'd you think i was? what nigga?" i asked as my heart slowly relaxed

"you ain't hear?"

"i'm asking you aren't i?"

i backed up a lil till the back of my thighs hit the armrest of our couch, then sat on it.

"some dude downstairs killed his wife and kids. he stabbed his wife and slit his kids throats while they slept"

my mouth immediately fell agape.

"how you know it was him?"

"a shawty from the sixth, the neighbor, heard the wife struggling and them fighting. she called the police"

"okay...so why would he be coming here?"

he just shrugged.

"they can't find him. apparently the ops checked the building cameras and he hasn't left the building. or at least hasn't been caught by the cameras leaving. so they suspect he still in here, probably tryna find somewhere to hide"

"so why're we in here?" i asked standing up

"nobody can leave. they not tryna create a scene. otherwise everyone and their mother gon' run out. and if that happens he'll blend in and get away. i'm not even supposed to know this. but neighbor girl telling everyone who will listen. they lucked out that it's three in the morning and motherfuckers is sleep. so hopefully they catch him before morning"

what in the entire fuck?

"okay...now where the fuck did you get a gun, and how long you had it in here?"

"oh it's fake. see it's just a toy gun painted blacked" he said holding it up to me backwards "look"

"i'm good. just be careful with that. you know we can't play like that"

i shook my head then proceeded to walk down the hall.

"where you going?"

"to my bed" i responded

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