Jayd
I sat back down on the bed looking around the room. He's pretty neat for a guy. I start walking around his house almost getting lost. Why the hell is his house this big? Then I opened the the garage door, and noticed that he had 5 cars that probably cost more than I've ever owned. Well there's only one way he could possibly have all of this.
The drug game.
I then found the room. The room with all his guns, and weapons it it.
I ran my fingers along some of his guns. They reminded me of Dre's guns. About 90% of these guns have already been pointed to my head on numerous occasions. Dre is the living Devil himself. I don't even know why I was even with him.
I turned around, and ran right into the guy.
"Oh Shit" I said almost peeing on myself.
"Maybe you're somewhere where you shouldn't be." He said turning around and walking out.
"Well you have this big ass house, why not look around it?" I said following him.
"Mhm" he said walking into the kitchen.
"I'm hungry. Are you going to cook for me ?" I said leaning on the counter.
"I don't cook." He said taking the orange juice carton out of the fridge, and drinking straight from it.
" Um okay, and that's nasty."
" But who's house are you in again? Mine ." He said throwing the carton in the trash.
"How are you going to let me stay at your house, and then not cook me anything to eat?" I said crossing my arms
"How about I just take you home instead?" He said
"Fine with me, what's your name anyway? You never told me at the club" I asked.
"It's Khalil. You've never heard of me before?"
"Um no, am I supposed to ?" I asked confused.
"Nah, nevermind"
"I bet you don't even remember my name" I said rolling my eyes.
" It's Jayd"
"Oh So you did remember?" I asked surprised.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know" I said taking my hair out the bun, and letting it flow down.
Khalil
Damn, she's beautiful. She has to have a nigga. Ain't no way she's single. Who wouldn't want this?!
She interrupted my thoughts.
"What are you staring at?" She said
"Nothing" I said trying to change the subject "Why do you have bruises on your face? Not trying to be nosey or anything." I said noticing her bruises on her cheeks.
"Nothing," She said starting to look away.
I can tell she's lying.
"Can you just take me home?" She started to ask impatiently.
"Yeah. Let me just grab my keys" I said walking into the living room looking for my keys.
"Can you hurry up ?!" She asked impatiently.
I started to move slower just to mess with her.
"Please?!" She asked.
I found my keys, and walked past her.
"Come on" I said dryly.
The drive to her place was quiet. Shawty had an attitude that I didn't like. Maybe she is like all these other bitches out here.
Once we got in front of her house, there was some nigga sitting on the steps with his head down. Once she noticed him, I noticed that she tensed up.
"Who's that nigga?" I asked her noticing that she was tense.
"Nobody" She said slowly getting out of the car.
"Then what the hell is taking you so long to get out the car?" I asked her getting frustrated.
"I'm getting out gosh" She said slowly openening the door and watching the guy "Thanks" She said closing the door.
I watched her as she walked slowly up her steps and closer to that random nigga.
He slowly lifted his head and I instantly recognized who he was .
Dre.
The only other nigga that's big in the game in Brooklyn. I hate this nigga with everything in me, I've never hated someone as much as I hate him. He stole from what's mine and I've been meaning to get him back, but right now isn't the right time.
I noticed that Jayd said something to him and then he stood up and grabbed her by her arm roughly, pulling her inside. Shawty may have an attitude, but i'm not gonna let someone handle her like that.
I got out my car, and prayed to god hoping I wouldn't kill someone today.
Jayd
"Dre get the hell off of me !" I yelled trying to push him off of me, but it wasn't working at all.
"No, who the hell just dropped you off ?! I didn't tell you to leave my house without permission. Don't do that shit anymore." He said yanking me closer to him.
"You don't run me Dre! We're done. I told you this last night !" I said hitting him with useless punches.
He put his huge hands around my neck gripping it tight.
" Don't ever let me catch you with another nigga again. "
I was kicking and squirming for air, but it wasn't working.
Just when I thought I was on my way out, Dre's strong grip around my neck released.
I sat up and saw Khalil throwing him into the wall. I got up trying to pull Khalil off of Dre, but I failed.
"Keep yo' fucking hands off of her" Khalil said pushing Dre into the wall for one last time.
"Yeah but last time I checked, that was my bitch, not yours." Dre said chuclking.
"She's nobody's bitch first of all, and i suggest you get the fuck out before I blow your fucking brains out of your head. Disrespect her? You disrespect me." Khalil said pointing the gun at Dre's temple.
I barely knew Khalil and he's already taking up for me? Not that i'm not greatful or anything. If it wasn't for him, I would probaly be dead already to be honest.
"I don't think you realize what you're your dumb ass into lil' nigga" Dre said with that creepy smile of his.
"Oh I do. I'm giving you the chance to walk out breathing, so get to stepping" He said removing the gun from his temple.
"You're in for a rude awakening. You won't even see that shit coming." Dre said walking out slamming the door.
I ran my fingers through my hair, finding myself stressing over Dre and his problems once again. I might as well just commit suicide. He's going to end up killing me anyway.
"You can go now Khalil. He'll be back for me soon. It was nice meeting you and everyth-" He cut me off.
"Not uh, pack your shit up cause you're coming to live with me.
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Sorry for the short chapter, we just needed something to post. We'll try to post as soon as possible!
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