It was a long day down the block, niggas came by to get the new package and I had to get the boys in place in time. I swear it's like no one does their work like they should anymore! Damn.
I walked down the hall and heard pounding, the further down the hall I went the louder the crying got. I touched the gun on my waist and took a deep breath shaking my head.
"Just leave that nigga already." I mumbled to myself getting closer to their door. I shook my head and continued down the hall to my own door.
I got my keys and put it into the lock, when I heard a scream and him yelling at her. I took a deep breath, feeling divided before opening my door, I shook my head and walked through closing it behind me. I took a shower and made myself a sandwich still being able to hear her crying, a door swung open making noise and she yelled after him:
"Please!"
"Get your ass back in that house! Right now! That shit better be clean by the time I get back!" There was stomping after that.
I held myself still as long as I could before going out to the door and trying to see if she was alright.
She was sobbing on the floor by the hall, I stepped out to reach her but soon as she saw me she jumped into the apartment and snapped the door shut.
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General FictionShe lived down hall, I've never seen her eyes and all I've heard her say is "Please don't!" or "Stop!". It's always been like this, I honestly don't know why she hasn't left that sorry ass nigga yet. But who am I to say anything? I don't even know...
