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Crying in pain, Amerie tries her hardest to grab the candy on the table, detoxing and getting clean was becoming harder and harder. Santana sighs, he couldn't continue to watch her struggle so he just handed it to her.
It was like her heart lit up once the grape flavor hit her taste buds, she smiles before laughing and bursting into tears. "I-I can't" she says.
"Yes you can, you're doing it. You've been doing it for weeks so don't stop now" he reassured her.
*BOOM* *BOOM*
Santana snaps up in alert mode in response to the loud bangs on the door. "Who the fuck banging at my door like that ?" He says making his way to the living room.
Swinging the door open he sucks his teeth seeing D'Angelo. "Where Amerie?" He asked tryna peek through the door.
"Minding her business you got some nerve coming over here nigga" Santana chuckles rubbing the hair on his chin. "The fuck is funny where my bitch?" D'Angelo asks again.
"She's not a bitch and she's fine where she at, this my last time telling you to stay away don't bring to ass over here no more asking about her I'm telling you. You know how I get down." Santana said obviously pissed off by him referring to Amerie as a bitch.
