Y N
Later that night, I laid in bed replaying what August said earlier. It scared me. Keith came inside the room and laid next to me.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned. "You've been acting kinda strange lately."
I let out a long sigh. "I'm fine Keith."
"YN I don't believe that. You looked more stressed than ever. I'm worried about you."
"Well don't." I snapped. "I said I'm fine. That's it."
Keith sat up from the bed and put his hands up in surrender. "Okay. Okay."
"Babe, I'm sorry I snapped at you like you that. It's just that..I am stressed." I admitted.
"Well maybe I can relieve some of that stress." Keith smirked and hovered over me, kissing down my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down.
A u g u s t
YN. How could she, confront me and tell me we can't have sex anymore because she has a boyfriend that she loves.
Bull fucking shit.
She wasn't worrying about the bastard when we were making love, so why all of a sudden she's so 'guilty'? But that's okay.
I got something for her ass.
Y N
The next morning I woke up and Keith wasn't in bed. I noticed he left a note on the dresser. I opened it and read it.
Dear YN,
Went to run some errands. Your plate of breakfast is downstairs on the counter. See you later on.
Love, Keith.
I threw the note in the trash and went inside the bathroom. Suddenly, I had a bad feeling about something. The studio.
I hurried and threw on a pair of sweats, a jacket, and some NIKE slides. I put my hair up in a high ponytail and went downstairs, leaving the house.
When I got down to the studio, I was right. Something did happen to the studio. It was broken into. The door glass, shattered. I carefully walked inside and my mirrors were shattered. My speaker system, destroyed. The walls were vandalized with red spray paint. I read what was written:
"I told you to be prepared YN."
I broke down in tears. The studio I worked so hard for was now ruined. It took me 2 years to build this studio. This place was my second home.
I was just about to call the police until I got a call from an unknown number. Of course being the curious dumbass I am, I answered it.
"H-Hello?"
"Hello YN. Just letting you know, if you call the police, I'm gonna kill you. And I mean that. Just like how I meant to ruin your precious studio."
"You're a fucking psycho! You need help!" I yelled through the phone.
"Nah, I don't." He chuckled. "See you soon babeh." And he hung up.
As badly as I wanted to call the police, I couldn't. This motherfucker was a psycho and I really don't wanna go there with him. So I just left the studio.
When I got home, I saw that Keith's car was there so I hopped out the car and walked in the house, locking the door behind me. Keith was in the living room watching tv.
"Keith, my studio is ruined." I said trying to hold back tears.
"What do you mean? What happened?" He stood up and walked to me.
"It's ruined. It got broken into and everything is a mess." Tears fell from my eyes. Keith pulled me in for a hug.
"I'm so sorry baby. But you can't cry. We have company over." He wiped my tears with his thumb.
"What company?"
"Me." August smirked and came out the kitchen. I swear I felt my heart drop into my pants.
"Oh my god." I gasped. "U-Uh I'm gonna go and get some water. I'll be right back." I sped walk pass Keith and August.
I went inside the kitchen to the sink and turned on the faucet. I splashed some water at my face until I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I jumped and turned around to be facing August.
"Wassup ma." He smirked. I pushed him.
"Get the fuck off of me. I'm not your fucking 'ma'."
"You got a real nice boyfriend there. It would be such a shame to tell him all the things we did together." He bit his lip started touching all up on me.
I swatted his hands. "Don't touch me. And he won't believe you."
"Well how about I show him pictures and videos?" He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms.
"You have pictures and videos?! What the fuck is your problem?!" I whispered/yelled, hoping Keith isn't hearing us right now.
"You're the problem. I love you. But I can't have you because you're with that son of a bitch." He growled lowly.
"First off, he's not a son of a bitch. So don't call him that. Second, Keith is my boyfriend! I love him! Why the fuck can't you get that through your little twisted fucked up head?!"
"You just don't ever seem to get enough of it huh YN? I trashed your studio! You should be begging me to stop! But no. You wanna be fucking stubborn."
I put my hands on my hip. "What August? What do you want from me?!"
A smirk began to appear on August's lips. "Tomorrow. At my house. 9:00 p.m. If you're late, you're being exposed. I mean it." He walked out the kitchen.
I sighed. I need to find and delete those pictures and videos before Keith sees them.
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