The Perfect Match

A Trip To Remember [Part 5]

Dylan.

The sound of my alarm rudely woke me out of my deep sleep. I sat up right, and checked the time. 6:30 am. I rolled out of bed, and went to the bathroom. I did the usual Hygiene routine.

Afterwards, I got dressed very simply. Sweat pants, a cami, and my new Jays that Ray got me. I added a bit of eyeliner and mascara, to make it look like I tried. "Where are you going? It's mad early." I heard Ray say from the bed. His voice was the sexiest ever, which made the butterflies appear. "Dakota and I are going out real quick. We'll be back soon. Don't sweat it babe." I told him. As I was about to walk out, Ray called after me. "No kiss?" He asked. He was sleepy as heck. You can hear it in his voice. I walk over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Bye puppy breath!" I yelled back at him. He chuckled. "Bye Dora! Yo big ass head." He called back to me. I continued out the door and to Dakota's room. She was already dressed, and waiting for me outside her door.

I found a gynecologist a office that accepts walk ins . We went inside, and spoke to the receptionist. "Hello, um I'd like to see a doctor today." I told the woman. She looked to be at least 39 years old. She had a few gray strands, but mostly jet black hair. She wore glasses, purple scrubs, and had pin curls. "Okay, and who is the patient today?" She asked. "My daughter , Dakota Martinez." I lied. We were still minors since we were only 17. The lady looked at me like I was crazy. "Your daughter? You look so young," she said handing me clipboard with papers."yes, I know. The blueberries are working." I told her. "Okay...? Here's the firm you'll need to fill out. Once you're done, you can go see the doctor right away." She said to us.

We took our seats in the waiting room and did as told. Dakota filled out what she knew, and I filled out the sections where it required an adult signature. That only took 7 minutes total. We handed the woman the clipboard, and we were escorted to a room. "You guys sit tight. The doctor will be here soon." The woman said. This woman was at most, 25. Very youthful, and tall. "Okay, thanks!" She walked and closed the door behind her.

Soon after, the doctor came in. "Hello ladies! How are we today?" She asked. We're pretty decent." I replied. "Well that's sounds okay. I'm doctor Williams." She shook both Dakota and I's hands. " Who's our patient today?" "I am. " Dakota said in a low tone. "Well okay, Dakota. What seems to be the problem?" Dakota explained what her problem was, trying not to mention that she was possibly a rape victim. "We'll let's check you out. I'll step out, and you can go ahead and get undressed." She handed Dakota a gown and walked out.

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Rayon.

Ever since Dylan left, I haven't gone back to sleep. Instead, I did my hygiene routine, lit a blunt, and started counting my money. I don't know when I'll tell Dylan what I do to get all this money, but someday isn't soon. I hope. I just don't want her to judge me, or try to get in the way then get hurt. Just when I was almost done counting the money, there was a loud bang on the door. "OPEN UP NIGGA." I heard the person say. I quietly hid the money behind the TV and grabbed my gun.

*[[A/N: the boys keep guns in the state. So when they're in Cali, they go pick it up from a friends house, and stay armed. Same in NY. Also, the boys are pretty well known on the streets of California for being in the game for so long. Back to the story]]*

"HURRY THE FUCK UP!" i heard the man say. luckily we were the only ones on this floor. I put the gun in my pocket, and opened the door. In rushed two men, wearing ski masks. One of them grabbed me and held me at gunpoint. The other one just looked at me.

"What do you want?" I asked him. He began to chuckle. "You know what I want. Where is it!?" He yelled. "Ion know what you talking bout, bitch." I said calmly. These niggas were all talk. The probably don't have any bullets in their gun. They too scared to show their faces. But I know who they are. "Watch your mouth, lil' boy." "Or what? You'll shoot me? Go ahead." I said fearlessly.