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idk where y'all live, but I live in FL and the weather has just been so ugly lately lmaoooo.
but anyways... here's chapter 5 😜✌🏾
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Solàna stood quietly in her kitchen, leaning up the against the counter while sighing deeply. Von was unfortunately still upstairs, hiding in her room. She wasn't sure if he knew the police had already gone by now, but she was just trying to buy herself some time to see what the next move was.
Solàna could still hear the officers voice ringing in her head, telling her how Von killed 2 people at some corner store today. The thought of that just made her feel sick to her stomach.
Like, am I seriously harboring a murderer in my own damn house?! She couldn't help but think to herself.
She just sighed deeply, feeling her anxiety levels increasing. Solàna leaned herself up off the counter, opening up the drawer where she had stashed Dayvon's gun earlier. The gun was in fact still there, just practically taunting her at this point. She eye'd it, thinking about how he had literally just used this exact gun to end someone's life not to long ago.
Would he kill me too?
She thought quietly to herself. Solàna just frowned with disgust, quickly closing the drawer again before shaking her head. She could feel herself beginning to freak out as she opened up yet another drawer which was filled with all types of her granny's steak knives.
Solàna just grabbed the sharpest knife that she saw, gripping it into her hands before nodding her head with approval. Her plan was to just march right upstairs, point the knife at Dayvon before forcing him to explain himself-
"Fuck is you doin Solàna?"
The sudden sound of Von's voice could be heard, which completely startled her. Solàna just gasped lightly, dropping the knife onto the floor before turning around to face him. Dayvon was just standing there with confusion as he eye'd the knife on the floor, before looking back at her.
