Chapter 5: Savage Type,

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KIARA POV
After The Bleach Scene I washed my hands and took some of the clothes that was in the drawers.
The girls before me must of been hella stylish. I opened the closet door to find it full of Jordan's and Timberlands and shii like dat.
"Paradise or naw" I said doing mah happy dance.
"I see you found the clothes and stuff" prod said walking in.
"yah. how yall get all dis?" I said walking into the closet.
"um..." He said look worried.

"yeah mk. Don't think to hard." I said leaving him in the room.

I stop in the hallway and look into the driveway. Police cars. Lots of police cars.
" ROC! Everybody come on we gots to go." I said grabbing shoes and clothes and putting them in my bag.
I run downstairs and put water bottles and canned food in my bag and I grabbed my gun and my bullets.

"Follow me." I said running upstairs and pulling down the stairs to the attic . "Couches and everything up there. I'll be back."
" let me go with you. " Zahara said pausing on the stairs.
"Nah stay here mama bleach,I gotta go get Prince. He is in the basement with his ear phones." I put my bag up there and I walk over to Roc .
I don't know why. But I kissed him and left to go get Prince.
I ran downstairs and police was in the house. I opened the basement door and raced down the stairs .
"Prince. Come on cops are here." He turns off the lights and the TV and his music and we slowly walked upstairs.

"Freeze!" A cop yelled as we were opening the door.
"Listen you got it all ..." I cut Prince off and shot the police in the face as he reached for his walke talke.
More where racing out the cars and running in . By time they got in we were all in the attic I opened the window downstairs to make it look like we escaped and burned all the weapons in the oven. I hope I didn't turn it up to much or the house is gunna catch on fire.
We all sit there breathing hard and drinking water.
I pulled out a blunt and smoked for about 5 minutes then passed it to Zahara.
"Without Kiara , we would all be in jail for life." Ray said biting into a taco.
"How in the hell you get a taco?" I said laughing.
" a nigga gotta stay stacked." He said pulling out a Taco Bell bag from his backpack.

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