Wednesday
12:56 am
LO: crib
y/n is your/name
h/n is his/name
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R.O.D - vae vanilla
.play dat shit.
"Y/n I'm sorry, ion want ha bro I promise, you gotta trust me ma" h/n grabs y/na hands.
Y/n doesn't fight it. She too hurt to even speak.
"Y/n please talk, please"
Y/n just stands there, looking everywhere but at h/n.
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Y/n had came home early from work due to not feeling well.
Since the season is changing, she has a cold.
At first it was ok, then her throat started hurting.
She chose to just come home.
Now she wishes she didn't.
________
20 minutes before.
y/n pov.
I'm sick.
At first it didn't really bother me but then my throat started to hurt.
Ion fuck wit sore throats, so I hadda take my ass home.
I thought maybe h/n was asleep so I made sure I was quiet coming into the house.
I walk up the stairs to our bedroom door.
Just as I'm about to open it, I hear a female voice.
At first I thought there was another bitch in my
house.
I pull my phone out to text
h/n, just to fuck wit his head a lil bit.
'Hey baby, I'm not feeling well so I'm coming back early'
"I'll call you back Ight?" He hangs up the phone.
I hear shuffling, then foot steps walking towards the door.
As soon as he opens the door seeing I'm standing right here.
His face turns pale.
"When you'd get home so early?" He scratches the back of his neck.
YOU ARE READING
ℜ𝔬𝔧𝔬 ℑ𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰
Short Storywhere it all happens.. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable,so here is a warning. There will be the following: •smut •violence •adult themes •cursing •etc.
