gang related ≠ d.l

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°Day 1°
i opened my eyes, squinting because of the bright light. i rolled over, falling onto the floor. i groaned, sitting up. i stood up, stretching. i looked around the room, panicking. this wasnt my room. shit shit shit. where am i?? i ran around the room, looking at objects around the room trying to figure out where i am. the door opened, revealing none other than the drug lord himself: derek luh. derek smiled. "morning baby girl, its about time," he chuckled, closing the door behind him. "where am i?" i asked. i probably looked like a rabid pack animal. "home," he said, stepping towards me. "this is not home," i said. there was a slight breeze, which caused my legs to get really cold. i looked down and noticed that i was only wearing a large t-shirt. "it is now," he smiled, pulling me to him. "w-what?" i asked. he wrapped his arms around me. a tear slid down my eye. (psycho bitch ready to rummmbbblllleeee). i punched his chest, repeatedly slapping him. "no! no! no! i want nate! damn it!" i cried, falling into the floor. derek sat down beside me, holding me. "get off me!" i screamed, trying to push him away. "shh, karina, calm down. let me help you," he said soothingly. "why should i? your the one who did this," i sniffed. at this point i might as well just give up. i fell into his arms, letting him comfort me. i sobbed into his arms. he rubbed my back, whispering to me 'its okay'.

i munched on the cereal, derek not taking his eyes off of me. "what?" i asked, looking at him. he chuckled, going back to rolling a joint. i finished my cereal, putting the glass bowl into the sink. i sat back down across derek, staring at him. i could now take in all his features. his big brown eyes, his messy brown hair, his nice toned arms, his perfectly sculpted jaw, his perfect cheek bones; just all of him. he looked up, licking the paper, securing it to the rest of the joint. "can i help you?" he asked, smirking. "nope, just looking," i smiled. "looking? more like hardcore staring," he chuckled. "psshhh whatever," i said rolling my eyes.

Nate's POV°°°°

i paced back and forth at tys house he wouldnt let me leave. i was worried about karina. when i got home, her purse was in the floor, spilled.

Flashback--
my phone started buzzing. i looked at the caller id. it was an unknown caller. i answered it, hoping it wouldnt be like taken. "wheres the money, maloley?". luh. fucking bastard. "i-i need more time luh," i spoke into the phone. "mhmm. yeah. remember what KDL said? be ready for war? well, welcome to war, bitch," luh spoke. i could feel his presence. it was creepy. "give me the money, or ill take her," luh spoke into the phone. chills went down my spine. then there was the tone.
the tone in every movie where the man loses his wife, daughter, or sibling.

the dial tone. i slammed my hands on the wheel. i sped off to the house to make sure karina was okay.
i pulled up to the house, putting the car in park. not even shutting the car off, i ran inside, looking all over the house.
°End Of Flashback°

i slid down the counter covering my face, letting the tears spill. "mother fucker!" i shouted, slamming my elbow into the cabinet.
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