-Next Chapter will be a time gap.... What do you guys think about that?-
"Tre stop... Baby, please stop." I begged as Tre beat Khail's ass with
the handle of his gun.
"You fucking this nigga, Brook?" he asked looking at me with eyes full
of pain masked with anger.
I shook my head, rapidly. "I swear to God baby, I'm not... I swear I'm
not. Look at me!" I yelled. "It's not what it looked like."
"Get in the car Brook." He said, opening my door and securing it shut
before going around to the other side.
"Baby, we can't leave him here." I said, looking out the window at
Khail on the ground. Tre gave my that look, you know the look they
give you to 'shut the fuck up', yeah that one times ten. He put the
car in drive and drove off. "If you love me you wouldn't leave him
like that." I said, pulling out the big guns.
He brought the car to a screeching halt and faced me, "I'll slap yo
ass. You know that, right?" I rolled my eyes, "If you loved me you
wouldn't ask me to go back... Matter fact we wouldn't even be going
through this shit!" He yelled, frustrating the shit out of me.
I sighed and looked out the window, before closing my eyes. I felt the
car going backwards and when I opened my eyes Tre was shaking his. "On
some real shit yo, you something else." He said before hopping out the
car. "Get yo punk ass up." He said to Khail who was sitting on the
curb. He got in the car and I didn't dare to turn around and look at
him. Tre flew to my place like a bat out of hell. He dropped Khail off
on the curb, like he deadass told him to get out and he sped off.
*
I sat on the couch looking at every thing but Tre. He was smoking and
taking quick glances at me before shaking his head. I rolled my eyes
and continued shaking my foot. I don't even want to be around him to
be honest. When we first got here he took a shower before coming out
and smoking. Do this nigga deadass think I didn't smell that nasty ass
perfume on his clothes. He got the nerve to fuck with dollar store ass
hoes and try to confront me? Nigga, please!
*flashback*
"Baby girl, look I can explain." My mom said.
"You didn't want to before." I said shaking my head and turning around
only to bump into my dads hard chest.
"Brooklyn." I shook my head no and ran upstairs. I grabbed my keys off
my dresser and bolted out of the front door. Everyone yelled my name,
but it's too late for explaining. Khail got to the car for me and I
opened the door.
"If you coming, get in or else get out my face." I yelled and he
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Reckless Love (Pt 1)
Ficção AdolescenteBrooklyn Abrielle Goode is a Chicago bred, Atlanta fed girl. She lives in Atlanta with her dad, but does money, flashy cars, clothes and jewelry mean that she's living the good life? You never know what's truly behind closed doors. Sometimes you hav...