𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗦

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗘

𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍 || 📍𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊
𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭

(narritive)

it was a cold and rainy night in brooklyn. as y/n was laying in her bed, phone in hand she decided it would be best to call her boyfriend of nine months, miles morales. y/n and miles had been inseparable from the 8th grade to now. whether it be doing homework or tagging the walls in the alleyways of brooklyn, y/n was with miles or miles was with y/n.

she propped her phone up and fixed her hair in her bonnet as she pressed on the contact name that read '𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 ❤️'. smiling and waiting for him to pick up she grabbed her blanket and covered herself up due to the coldness of the air. after preparing herself and hearing 5 rings, the call was declined.

'oh you've got to fuckin' kidding me right now' she mumbled to herself as she rolled her eyes. recently, y/n hasn't seem much of her boyfriend due to what he claims is 'stress'. it's always, "i can't right now mamí, my homework has me stressed." or the classic, "my mom has me doing a lot today mama, i promise i'll call you later." and that later turns into never.

so what does y/n do instead of waiting on her boyfriend, she calls her bestfriends jada. as she props her phone up to press the contact name she is beaten to is, as jada decided to do the same thing as her. as she presses the green button to answers, instead of getting to speak, she is greeted with the loud voice of her bestfriend.

'Y/N YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED', jada exclaimed into the the phone while trying to prop it up so her bestfriend would have a great view.

'what happend now jada," y/n sat there and laughed quietly as her friend tried to fill her in. but the more jada talked, the more that smile dropped.

'i was walking with jackie and the prowler was jus on the roof of some store.' jada said as she was calming down.

'wait, why was he at the store of all places tonight?' y/n asked her friend, now worried if she or her friend's beloved baby sister was hurt.

'girl i don't fucking know, but what i do know is that he beat the shit outta some people in a trafficking ring the other day," the girl on the other side of the phone said "he seems like he's getting better i guess'.

y/n just stared, not knowing what to say. the prowler was out looking for victims while her boyfriend and brother are somewhere doing who knows what. as she sat, she thought

"what if miles is hurt and that's why he's not answering?" "what if he's more than hurt?" what if malik doesn't come home tonight?" all those thoughts came to a pause when she heard her door open.

'aye lil sis, i brought you some mcdonalds' malik said as he barged into her room.

'nigga what have i told you are barging into my room!' y/n screamed at him for the millionth time.

'i don't give a shit about what you say, you in my house.' he yelled back.

'ugh anyways, thank you for the food and say hello to jada.' she says while getting up and grabbing the warm food.

'nah i'm good, you tell her i said wassup tho.' he says as he shuts the door and leaves.

as she sat down and ate her food while talking to her friend she thought about miles and how he never went this long without texting her back.

'do you think miles is ignoring me?' y/n asked her bestfriend with a look of defeat on her face.

'what if he's tired of me or getting bored.'

'girl i doubt that, he's probably sleep or something'

'i knowww,' she says dragging out the w 'but he never goes this long without answering me.'

'so what do you think y/n?'

'i don't know what i think jada, but if i do think it's not positive'

'well girl, i say you do what you have to, but i have to go shower so i'll call you later' she says before pressing the red button.

'ight love you jada boo.'

'love you too girl.'

after that y/n sat there, waiting for a response. a simple call back that she never got. for hours she waited and received nothing.

'im not even gonna worry about it at this point.' she said to herself. so she plugged her phone in, and went to bed.

𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄

'unc do you think im doin the right thing?' he said taking off his mask, setting it down.

'yeah nephew, you protectin her. just let her go.'

'i hope you're right.'

and from that day, miles was nothing to y/n. all those promises that he made, meant nothing. and she hoped that one day, the prowler would get his hands on him and ruin him in the worst way possible.

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