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Alycia
"I missed you bestie westie," I hugged Ken super tight.
"I missed you too," she hugged me back smiling.
She just got released from the hospital today but she can't be doing a lot of moving so her stitches don't come outta her stomach.
"I see you two have been at it," she nodded her head towards Kentrell who was gathering her things to bring it to my house.
"Only if you knew," I said smiling and she gasped.
"What'd I miss?"
"A lot but I'll fill you in later," I assured her and she nodded.
"You want food?" I asked as Trell carried her belongings to his car.
"No. Where's Horace? Does he kno' dat he's hea'?"
"Yes, he asked him to come get you while he went to go do sum. I wanted to come so Mikey's home with my dad," I explained everything and she nodded but scrunched her face up at the last part.
"He's actually home? Whattt?" She surprisingly said and I sucked my teeth.
"Yea," I sighed.
"What's wrong?" She worriedly asked.
"Everything," I shrugged not knowing where to start.
"You wan' talk 'bout it?" She genuinely asked and I shook my head looking at her.
"You have too many things on your plate already," I said then looked up hearing Kentrell walk back into the hospital room.
"Y'all ready?" He asked and we nodded.
He pushed Ken outta the hospital in a wheelchair while I followed behind them.
He helped Ken into the passenger seat of his black Hellcat as I got in the back seat.
"I went back to your house and got all your clothes, shoes, hygiene things, and whatever else I thought you needed then brought them back to my house," I informed Ken and she smiled.
"Thank you," she said as Trell got into the car cranking it up.
"No problem."
"Y'all want food?" Trell asked us as he pulled onto the highway.
"No," me and Ken said in unison.
"Ya arm still hurt?" Trell asked me and I shook my head.
"Ya good?" He asked Ken and she nodded.
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Horace
"Bitch ass nigga," I pistol whipped Gee causing blood ta' leak down his face.
"You actually thought you was gon' shoot up my house and I not find out bout it?" I yelled in his face.
"I hope ya sista' and ya bitch dead," he laughed in my face.
I evilly laughed before I sent a powerful punch ta' his jaw hearin' it crack befo' he spat out blood.
I grabbed my gun bouta shoot him in his shoulder but my phone started ringing.
I took a few steps away from him befo' grabbin' my phone seein' Yb callin' me.
"Whea' ya at? I kno' who shot ya house up," he said and I laughed lookin' dead at Gee.
"I'm already torturing his bitch ass. Ya' kno' whea' ta' find me," I said befo' hanging up da phone.
"Must be Yb," he smirked at me amused.
"Don't worry 'bout dat. You needa worry bout tryna stay alive," I walked ova' ta da table grabbin' da knife.
"You needa be worried 'bout Yb takin' ya bitch. He fuckin' ha on da low," he said and I turned around mugging him.
"Don't speak on ha' lil nigga," I mushed his head in da spot I pistol whipped him making him groan in pain.
"You just don't wan' accept da fact dat Yb be beatin' ya bitch doonies down any chance he gets," he went on and on so I sliced his arm.
"I tol' yo ass not ta' speak on ha," I cut his arm up more watching blood drip from his wounds.
He was tied ta' a chair so he couldn't do nun 'bout it either.
"He gon' take ya bitch, they're always together. I'm pretty sho you noticed," he said and I shook my head tryin' not ta' think 'bout it.
"Why would I listen ta' an opp?" I looked at him like he was crazy.
Part of me wanted to believe it but da otha' part was tellin' me not ta' trust him.
Besides, why would either of dem do dat ta' me knowing how I feel 'bout Chunk?
"You kno' I'm right, if you didn't suspect anything then you would've been shut me up but you didn't."
I sat da knife down befo' walking outta da basement, I heard footsteps as I locked da do' causing me ta' look up seeing Yb.
"Ion need ya hea' no mo'. You ca' leave," I walked past him going ta' wash my hands in da kitchen sink.
"Say, you good?" He followed me into da kitchen.
"Yea mane," I kept it short tryna keep my cool.
"You sho?" I ignored him as I angrily washed all of Gee's blood off of my hands.
'Yea mane. Yb get da fuck outta my face, I'm tryin' my best not ta' spazz on yo ass."
"What da fuck did I do? I just got hea', I went ta' pick up ya sista' like ya asked. I called you and you sounded fine ta' me. What happened dat quick?" He confusingly asked.
"Imma ask you dis once and one time only, be honest wimme. You fuckin' Chunk?" I asked and he scrunched up his face.
"Whea' all dis comin' from? Why would ya' e'en think dat?"
"Just answer da fuckin' question."
"No mane."
"So you and ha' don't got shit goin on?"
"We cool but dats bout it. Whea' ya gettin' all dis from?"
"So why Gee said you and ha'-
"You gotta be kidding me," he shook his head in disbelief.
"You really pressing me coz of some shit a nigga dat shot up ya house said? Come on na do dat even sound right in ya head?" He asked and he had a point but still.
"You let dat nigga get ta you. You let him take advantage of ya weakness mane," he went on and on but he was right.
"And da fact dat you would believe him ova' me in da first place is wild. I see whea' ya loyalty at," he said befo' walkin' off towards da basement.
He unlocked it wid his key den walked inside slamming da do' behind him.
I sighed knowing I was in da wrong.
I needa stop letting people get da best of me when it comes ta' Chunk.
I made my way towards da basement but Yb ran up da stairs opening da do'.
"You let dat nigga get away mane. He set yo ass up na he gone," he yelled at me as he ran outta da safe house.
"Shit," I rushed outta da house behind him.
He probably finna go fa' Kennedy or Chunk or even Mikey next.
