"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began re...
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We'd been sitting up like this for three hours straight. Just, confused on how this all happened. We were trying to rack up ideas in our brains to get out of this huge predicament. I just couldn't grasp enough sense nor sanity to begin to utterly believe how or why this happened. Austin called me waking both Phabi and I out of our sleep a few hours ago with the most absolute worst news I could ever remotely possibly hear.
How the hell did T find out I was alive?
T not only knew I was alive. He knew where I was and he was coming for not just me, but Phabiola also. Austin found out from word on the streets about Ace knowing where I was. What Austin did say was T found out due to some connections he had, but fuck that. He told me that he didn't know when he was coming, but he knew it would definitely be a while. So Phabi and I have a little time to formulate a blueprint for how things are gonna go down in order to save our lives. The last bit of information I received was that T was bringing my ex to takeout Phabiola. Ain't no way in hell I'm letting her harm a hair on her body. But, I knew I couldn't be two places at once. I was gonna have to do something I prayed I'd never have to do. And that was train Phabiola how to not only fight, but shoot. Her life and well being depended on that solely. In the middle of my cogitations, Phabiola's phone rings. I grabbed it, seeing the familiar New York area code. Handing it to Phabi her hand shook as she answered it. Putting it on speaker.
"Hell-"
"I know you know the news." His voice rang through her speaker.
"T-T?" She croaked.
He chuckled darkly as my face morphed into a grimace.
"Yes, I actually been callin' you for a while now. Glad you noticed. By the way, those are some mad dope photos of you and your dead best friend, Chris on your Instagram, two million followers huh? You a scholar and shit 'cause you won an award for ya lil' book? Ya shoulda' been more careful." He chuckled again.
"Fuck you T." She spat sucking up her tears.
"You gon' wish you never said that."
"Ova' my dead body nigga. Fuckouttahea'." She replied.
"That can be arranged, but for now, I'll see you soon. And Chris, I'll be seein' you soon too." With that, he disconnected the phone call.
I swathed my arms around her torso, pulling her into my grasp gently as I tried to soothe her cries. T was going to get what was coming to him if that was the absolute last thing I do.
