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Two.

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📍Miami, Florida📍
🗓️ April 7th
Syamir Zyri ♉️
Age 21

we've been driving for a good hour and i'm starting to lose interest on ma cellular device.

no ma'am.

they gotta take me back.

"bro. let me go. i'm not gone go running ma mouth, i could care less honestly." i tell them as i sit in the backseat.

"we don't believe nun of dat shit so stop talkin'." the one driving says nonchalantly.

i take in a breath starting ta get pissed off.

it's not even a want, i need ta get back home.

"awl he getting mad." he laughs making the other guy shake his head.

he sat in the backseat with me. claiming it's so i don't try nonthin.

now dat just blew me.

"nigga fuck you." i grit.

"aye chill wit all dat." the guy in the backseat sits up.

i stare at him.

"nigga fuck you too. i gotta be somewhere. let. me. go."

"how about no? now stop asking cuz we truly not letting you go." he sits back.

i clench ma jaw. what the fuck i do now.

just let them take me to dis next destination?

"...where yall taking me?" i ask lowly.

"somewhere you ain't gone run yo mouth." the driver answers making me mad all over again.

just rude fa no reason.

"ight bruh." i just shut up.

ian got time.

"nah don't mind him. we just taking you back to a old warehouse." the other dude speaks.

i eye him, "and what imma do there?"

he stays quiet for a bit, "we'll see when we get there.."

"you wasn't really apart of the plan."

i grow quiet.

fuck my life.

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"hurry up." he ushers me into the warehouse.

"damn nigga, chill." i brush his hands off me and walk through the doors.

they got me at a warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

"sit over there on the couch." he demands and i unfortunately have to listen.

the other guy comes in with duffles on his shoulders and arms.