Cece POV
The door opened, I grunted. My foot scraped the floor. It hurts so badly. I look up to see Treyvon. I must be dreaming. If my hands weren't tied I would pinch myself.
I can feel my blood flow slowing down; I heard laughter and everything went dark.
Treyvon POV
I stopped laughing and got myself together. My eyes fell over Cece she's knocked out. I find myself getting pissed.
"Now look, listen to me clearly cause I'm only going to say it once, I better not catch you slipping" man my voice even scares me I sound like my dad. " I don't care what your reason is for trying to rape her it's not the solution f#cking idiot you better run. 1...2..."
He ran. Lmfao what an idiot.
I go over to Cece and untied her. I caught her limp body. Man she's heavier than I thought. I hold her with one hand and put the gun back in my shoes with the other. I gotta get a better hiding place, I thought. I lift her up bridal style and open up the door with the hand tucked under her feet.
I walked my way to the parking lot heading to my car. Not caring who sees me. I unlocked my car and lay her in the back seat. Hopefully she don't fall I thought which lead to me unsuccessfully trying to buckle her up. Fuck it I thought.
I slammed the door and get in the driver seat.
I sat there a bit wondering what next? I decided to let her lay at my house till she gains consciousness.
Hopefully soon....
If she doesn't wake up in at least 5 hours I'll take her to the hospital, I decide.
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I'm that girl (Editing in progress)
Teen FictionThis is the story of Kaycee Jones. From poor to rich. Cute to Glamorous, the things she did to get there and the Lies and secrets that are told. Are the rich really rich? or just peasants playing dress up? She's from the ghetto, ghetto (August Alsin...
