Different state, new friends . . . same bullshit!
There's always somebody lurking in the background, somebody who you never thought you'll see again, but even though all is forgivin' nobody truly forgets.
Chyna can never seem to escape tragic situat...
"Sometimes I just want to paint the words "Its my fault" across my forehead to save people the time of being pissed off at me." - Christina Westover
Arielle
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"Time is ticking, as it’s ticking; I am sitting, as I am sitting; They feel safer, as they feel safer; I am plotting; as I am plotting I am waiting, as I am waiting days are passing; as days are passing they’re forgetting; as they’re forgetting I grow stronger; as I grow stronger they will see . . . revenge truly is the sweetest joy."
"What's this?" I asked Blaze picking up a DVD with the initials "T.M" scribbled on the front in black sharpie. He grabbed it from my hand and dropped it in one of his three overnight bags.
"I'll tell you later, right now I need you to move fast enough so we can get outta here."
"I'm moving as fast as I can, damn."
"Don't get no attitude with me, I told you to stay yo ass at the hotel."
"I'm good though."
"We wasting all this time talking just help me get the rest of this shit Ari."
"Just help me get the rest of this shit Ari." I whispered to myself mocking him. After being comatose for three years I was finally up and doing better than I thought. Even though I'm supposed to be home taking it easy since I was shot in the chest, I wanted to help Blaze do what he had to do. I was tired of sitting around not doing nothing while Blaze and Brandon were planning shit. I have no idea what they have in mind just yet but I've been hearing bits and pieces of things; and instead of him just coming to tell me what kinda shit they were into he had me in the dark. So the only way I can get the information I need so I can get in on it was if I helped him clear all his shit outta Chyna and her guys apartment.
He didn't have a lot of things so it was easy to collect the things around the room he was staying in. I walked over to he closet and took the rest of his clothes out and stuffed them into the duffle bag. My chest was starting to hurt but I had to ignore it. If Blaze could tell that I was in pain from all this moving when I said I was okay. He would have no problem with taking me back to the hotel. I was not trying to let that happen so I worked through it. I needed to be in on whatever they were doing so I can get Chyna back for shooting me.
After we packed all his stuff up we walked to the car and put his bags in the trunk.
"So what do we do now?"
"Leave," he responded closing the trunk.
"Leave, why?" I asked grabbing on to his arm before he could walk away.
