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When the sun goes down...

Bailey sat with Crystal at the hookah bar as the air was thick with hookah smoke and music. She loved the college fast life but was missing simplicity with Tommy. She missed him a lot and though she was kicking it with Donald she was still in love with her best friend.

As Bailey sat with Crystal and a few of her acquaintances in walked Indigo and a couple of her friends. Bailey was unaware of all the turmoil Indigo caused and their last semi interaction was hectic so she made no assumptions.

"Aye Indigo!" Crystal said calling her over. "How you know her?" "She's the biggest hoe on the west side but bitch know how to party."

Over walked Indigo looking disoriented and high but Bailey still thought she was a very beautiful girl. Besides, In Baileys mind Indigo had qualities that she didn't because she got Tommy to love and care for her.

Crystal and Indigo hugged as Indigo flopped all in the booth. "Girl is you high?" Crystal asked giggling. "Nah but..." She shifted her eyes to Bailey, "how you know this bitch?"

"Oh this my girl--" "I know who she is she fuck with My ex."

Bailey put down her hookah. "I don't fuck with Tommy and he's not about to be the center of our conversation." "Good because you know I can get him back whenever I want too that's gone always be my nigga." "Like I said before, that's fine I have a whole nother guy."

"Bitch you need watch yo tone when you talking to me and you need to just stop fucking with my nigga altogether."

Bailey got fed up with Indigo talking reckless and constantly calling her out of her name. Also, even though she was mad at Tommy she didn't want anyone bringing him up let alone a female he use to fuck with.

"Alright listen bitch this is what we not gone do." Bailey said pointing her finger getting fed up. Bailey was from a middle class city outside of Detroit and grew up in a single parent home with a hardworking mother. She didn't have a lot of money but her mother always told her to protect herself no matter what. Which is why she had to cut Tommy off and why she about to let Indigo have it.

"Bitch throw the hands!" Indigo said, "I ain't with the talking hoe."

"And I'm not with the fighting." Bailey said taking off her shoes. "That's why I fucked Tommy when we linked up because I look better than you--"  Bailey whacked Indigo in the head with her heel and hit her continuously. The music in the hookah bar went off and it turned into a riot. Indigo's friends tried hitting Bailey but Bailey swung rapidly though she couldn't handle four girls.
Crystal walked away from the fight but some of her people helped Bailey.
People tried to break up the fight when Indigo pulled out a knife and start slashing at Bailey. A guy in the bar held her down damn near choking her though she was bloodied from Baileys heel.

Shots rang the way of the fight and Baileys rage was blinded with survival and she instantly ran out using the back door. Her adrenaline was pumping and she was on ten. She searched her shirt for her phone and it wasn't there.

"Shit!" As soon as she was about to walk in there were more shots and people flooded out of the backdoor. Bailey felt like those shots were for her and she didn't mind beating Indigo's ass again she wasn't about to get shot.

She had no phone and she just dipped off having no clue where her ride Crystal was. Bailey had no mind at all she just went belligerent and acted impulsively. She ran as far as possible away from the hookah bar and into the mean grimy streets of Detroit's east side. As Bailey ran with no shoes on she stepped on s piece of broken glass and collapsed.

"Fuck! Where is a gas station!?" Bailey said as she got up on her badly cut foot and began to limp. She got more away from the hookah bar and she feared nothing. She just needed to get to a phone and get home.

She saw a liquor store on the corner and the lights looked low but she didn't care. She limped into the parking lot and noticed a black Grand Prix parked there. She reached the door and tried to open it and it was locked. She kept pulling as if she could magically open it.

A man emerged from the black car with a cigarette hanging in my mouth.
"Young lady you tryna break in my store?" "No I just need to see a phone." "You ok?" "Yes I just need a phone." "Alright let me open up its too dangerous for  girls this time a' night." "While you're opening can I please use your phone." "Absolutely. Do you need a ride?"

Bailey looked at the man and then at his car. He had a nice car and he was clean cut and not too pushy. She was desperate and her street smarts faded.

"Yes please?"

She got in the car and felt less on edge because his car was clean and smelled nice. Besides, anyone who was looking for her to cause harm wouldn't be able to find her. She looked at the older Arab man with the goatee.

"Then you can just hop on Southfield, can I see your phone?" She said giving directions. "It has to charge sweetie."

Bailey noticed he didn't merge on the freeway. "Wait you missed it we have to--" he pulled over.

Bailey felt a gun on her head. "Shut the fuck up and start taking yo clothes off or I'll kill you."