Urban Legend

I wake with a start, sweat trickling down my face. I look around the unfamiliar apartment bedroom while trying to control my shaky breathing.
'Where the hell am I?' probably should be my first thought, but oddly, the only thing that can come to mind is, 'I'm lucky I'm still alive.'
The rooms silence sits on top of me, daring me to make a sound. The silence is shattered when a phone chimes next to me, making me jump out of my skin.
I snatch the iphone 5s from the nightstand next to the bed, and see a message notification from a blocked number.
I swipe right, only to stumble upon the passcode. I chew the inside of my lip, debating on the possibilities, but nothing comes to mind. Suddenly, the phone vibrates, and the message 'try again' appears, signaling that the passcode was wrong. I notice that my finger is involuntarily resting on the home button.
Oh yeah. Touch ID.
I try my right thumb.
BUZZ!
Left thumb.
BUZZ!
Left middle finger
BUZZ!
Right middle finger
Click!
I'm in.

"You got lucky this time"
"BBHMM ASAP no Rocky"
"Givin you 2 weeks, after that it's over"
"I ain't playin no games, Comprehendo?"

My blood turns cold, and I break out into sweat. Thoughts race through my mind at lightning speed.
'Who the hell was that?'
'What money?'
'What the hell are they talking about?'
My stomach knots when an unsettling question starts to sink in:
'Who the hell am I?'

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A/N

Ok guys, this might end up being booty shit. But still vote and comment and all that good stuff.

Cover by Imperfect_Spiral

Should I keep it goin or nah?
~Fuse👌🏾✌🏾️