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𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲 ———
𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 down at the female with a smile, Dayvon reached down and grabbed the suitcase out Ivory hand.
"Why you keep tryna leave me?" He asked softly and grabbing her hand and he pulled her up the stairs slowly as he walked backwards up them.
"Von let her leave." India voice cracked, worried for her friend. She knew what the man was capable of, she knew about him from going to school with him.
"Yeah she leavin with me." He said smiling at the quiet female in front of him. You can tell she was scared of him making him sad on the inside. He didn't want her scared.
"Come on." He said grabbing her arm and the suitcase, walking back down the couple of steps. Walking past India, Ivory made eye contact with her. She watch India mouth the words 'I'm sorry' making Ivory frown deepened. Dayvon and Ivory finished walking outside and behind the house as his car was parked there.
Getting in, she put her seatbelt on, leaned over beside the door and started to bounce her leg up and down. He took notice of this and put his on her thigh making the motion slow down.
"You scared or uncomfortable to be around me?" He asked and she nodded slowly. He learned that she always did that when she was in uncomfortable places. He started the car and drove off from the house.
"I thought you liked me?" He asked referring to the night before. They played a game of truth or drink and they both ended up drunk and that led to something other than the game.
"I was drunk. Von you got to let me go." Ivory voice was as low as a whisper as she dropped her head.
"I already like you. I just can't let you go when you are literally in my face." He explained and she shook her head.
"I probably would've gave you a chance if you had let me go. But i'm literally scared of you right now. You killed my husband and it feels like you're going to kill me if I do one thing wrong." She pushed his hand away and looked out the window.
"You know I'm not like that fa real." He said and she chuckled sarcastically. The rest of the car ride was quiet. Von didn't know if he should start another sentence or just let her be. Deciding to let her be, he turned on some music.
Pulling into a unfamiliar house garage, she looked over at him. "Chill out this my actual house. That other one is like the bros house." He explained making her quickly get out the car. She followed behind him as he opened the door to his house and she scanned the place. She could tell he barely be in there.
