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K E E Y A
The gentle tapping of falling rain whispered in the air as my body remained pressed flush against the backseat of my car...smoke floating past my lips once again in a slow, continuous flow that aimed to bring ease, but...it didn't...I was calm...but...I was bothered as tonight remained heavy on my shoulders, pressing down with a weight I couldn't ignore because none of this should've happened.
At no point.
INHALE
But shit was unavoidable.
Protection was no longer possible...
So working was no longer possible...
Working here wasn't making sense no mo.
HOLD
I could deal with a lot, but people being hurt under my command—under my protection was some shit that I couldn't handle.
EXHALE
IT WAS A TRIGGER
INHALE
A trigger that I knew could send me back into a space I ain't wanna be in.
One I ain't been in since I got discharged.
HOLD
I ain't wanna be there.
I was good right now, better than I had been since I moved.
EXHALE
Imma quit.
BREATH - The forgotten language of the SOUL.
INHALE
HOLD
TAP
TAP
TAP
EXHALE
BREATH - The forgotten language of the SOUL.
The gentle tapping against the window tugged me from my mind as smoke continued to flow from my lips, and I followed the sound to see Compulsion standing at the front passenger door.
The sight of her outside in the drizzling rain had me quickly reaching a hand over to flick up the lock, before making a move for the handle, pulling, and that had her realising where I was as she immediately walked over, getting in and away from the rain as fast as she could.
"That little ass drizzle is cold," She voiced with a close of the door before using her hands to attempt to dry her skin, and despite everything weighing me, I chuckled, small but real at her natural dramatics with a lift of the blunt back to my lips. "You laughing,"
That comment only increased my amusement to the point that if I ain't breathe smoke, I would've choked on the shit.
"You want sumn to dry off with?" I asked as my high ass brain switched onto her with a tunnel vision it couldn't help but have because of the marijuana.
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The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One
RomanceTwenty-four-year-old stripper Leana Jones was born into a state of survival, and after years of battling with the situations life has placed before her, she is now stuck with trauma and scars that beat her to the point of no return. So what happens...
