Sometimes we need a storm to remind us of our strength.
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Kian Saylore Jones / Peanut 2 P.M Miami, Florida
I stared at the girl who was tied up in the chair.
"Please I didn't do anything wrong" The girl cried.
"You called my girlfriend a fat bitch" I squinted at her.
"What? No I didn't.. I asked if she wanted me to scoot over some so she had more room" The girl said.
I paused.
"So you- SOLANA!" I yelled.
"Yes?" She asked waddling to me.
"You said she called you a fat bitch" I said.
"She did indirectly baby" She frowned.
I dragged my hand down my face.
"I am so sorry.. I thought-" I sighed.
"Is there anything I can do to make you forget that this even happened?"
"I need my tuition to be paid" The girl said quietly.
"How much?"
"32,000"
"I gotchu" I said walking over to the desk and counting out 32 thousand.
Even if she wasn't in school fr, it would get her to shut up.
"Hm" I said handing it to her.
"Thank you" She said quietly.
I escorted her out and went back to where Solana was.
"Mama." I stared at her blankly.
"Are you mad at me?" She pouted.
"No-"
"Yes you are" She said as her eyes watered.
"Mama I'm-"
She bursted into tears.
"Baby I'm not mad at you, you can't be doin that to innocent people though" I said hugging her.
"What's goin on?" Kiare said walking downstairs.
"She told me that this girl called her a fat bitch so I kidnapped her and was about to kill her ass but then she told me that she only asked Solana if she wanted her to move over some to give her more room"
Kiare eyed Solana who had a pout on her face.
"Baby you can't be doin that, yk we'd kill for you fr" She said wiping her tears away.
