On my cab ride home I started to feel the headache coming in from the back of my head. J's phone continuously hit voicemail and so did MuMu's which was wierd. I was just so ready to sleep. I stripped down to my T shirt and boxers and smacked onto the bed.
It was almost 7am when a phone call woke me out of my sleep.
Abel: H-hello?
"Hello. Is this the residence of Abelxo Tesfaye?"
Abel: Yes.
"Hi Abelxo. Do you know a Jordan by any chance? We found your number--"
Abel: Yes, Yes I do. Is everything alright?
"No sir. I'm Ms. Clark from the Boland Hospital. I'm calling to inform you that Jordan has been in a serious accident and is being held here in the intensive care unit."
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Wrong Beauty
Teen Fiction•The Weeknd• Dedication: This story was originally made for my bestfriend, Naomi. So I dedication goes to her. °scripted story°
