𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 eleven[𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝]
MORNINGS AT THE MILLER HOUSEHOLD WAS VASTLY DIFFERENT FROM SOLANGE'S USUAL MORNING.
For starters, there were an additional three people that had to get ready by the same time.
Georgia tended to wake up first, starting breakfast downstairs after showering and getting dressed. Next was either Ginny or Solange herself, and lastly Austin.
The boy tended to not sleep through his alarm clock, but woke up, turned his alarm off, before going back to sleep. He hated school and tried to avoid going as long as possible.
On Ginny's birthday, Solange woke up before the other girl. She might've slept longer but Ginny's knee was lodged into her side.
After pushing Ginny's knee over and stretching, she sat up and looked at her friend's sleeping form. Ginny was laid out like she'd been shot and drool was seeping from the corners of her mouth.
Solange knew it must've been some of the best sleep of the girl's life. She smacked her leg.
Ginny rolled to the side and let out a groan, but she didn't get up.
Solange smacked her leg again, harder this time.
"Okay, okay, I'm up," Ginny grumbled. "Did you have to hit me so hard?"
"You wouldn't wake up."
"Was shaking me not an option?"
"Nah. I'm about to take a shower really quickly so you can go in right after and have enough time to do your hair."
Ginny had been talking about it for a while now, it's been a minute since she wore her hair straightened, and wanted to try it for her birthday. She wanted to so bad that the night prior, or a couple of hours rather, she'd told Solange that if she were to wake up before her to wake her up next. If she woke up after Austin then there'd be no time for her hair with how much time he took.
Solange stretched one more time after getting out of bed, wished Ginny happy birthday again, before taking her bag with her to the bathroom.
Her reflection caught her eye before she could even begin to strip for her shower.
The skin underneath her eye was a deep purple and was swollen, another bruise, similar in color, blossomed across her nose. She looked like shit.
Everything had happened so quickly.
She'd been texting while walking to the Miller house. It wasn't late in the evening, yet the sun had already set.
Maybe she would've noticed if she wasn't so caught up in her phone. An all black Mercedes, one of the old ones with the brand's ornament on the hood was following her.
And it followed her all the way until she got to a field.
Her head snapped up once she heard a door shut.
"Aye, bitch!" A man, not much taller than her but obviously an adult, came walking at her.
Upon seeing two others exit the vehicle, Solange had turned to run.

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