Addicted
Rachel has been in the toughest and worst life to struggle with. But as a girl, she was still alive to continue and not give up to do better.
Philadelphia was the city she lived in since a year. Rumors and dangers happen around. Especially...
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──────────────────────────── Michael
MICHAEL WAS OUTSIDE BY AN ABANDONED PLACE WITH JAMES AND FRANK THAT WERE SITTING BY THE METAL STEPS AND MICHAEL LEANED AGAINST THE WALL WITH HIS HOODIE COVERING HIS CURLY HAIRED HEAD.
They were waiting for Chris to pull up that still had to owe Michael money. Half of it to say exact.
"You sho' he comin'?" Frank asked as he looked over at Michael that was left staring ahead.
"He know he has to."
James that was quiet for a long time sighed in distress as he shook his head. "You sure you not gon' beat his ass? You know his cousin Jason and his homies after ya."
Michael didn't seem to mind that as he was still leaned against the wall with his gaze fixated on the spot that Chris had to show up from.
And that just appeared to happen with Chris walking towards them with his pants hanging all saggy as always as he fixed them a bit before he stood a couple steps back from them and stuffed his hands into his pockets, showing a calm expression.
Michael that had a dark look at Chris, tilted his head up since it was lowered. "You got my money?"
Chris took a moment to answer as he was thinking about it. "Nah. Ion have it."
At that, Michael turned his head to his buddies before looking back to Chris ad he pushed himself off the wall and stepped towards him. "Whatchu say?"
Chris gulped as he decided to get all tease now. "I said, I don't have your money. Ight? I don't owe you shit Mike. I gave you the five hundred, take that."
Michael scoffed. "Only a half left."
Chris cussed under his breath before looking at Michael. "You really think I could just do it for yo ass?"
"Like the five hundred you gave me? Def so." Michael stated with a blank stare as his cold humor was always playing a part of it.
Chris scolded but was also angered by that as he sighed and looked away. "Just leave it. I'm done wit yo ass."
Michael grinned as he nodded and licked his lips. It took Chris a few seconds to realize that Michael pulled out from behind him as the gun touched his temple.
Chris began slowly shaking as he tried to keep his posture steady and calm but to Michael was it no use.
"Listen up here, you crackhead lookin' ass." Michael moved closer to his face with that look that everyone feared. "If you ain't give me the last other half, I will make sure to bore a hole into that damn head of yours. You hear me?" He pressed harder as Chris winced and backed away from his grip.
