Dy's POV
》Saturday 7:00 pm 《
It was Saturday night and once again I was stuck in the crib with no plans. Right when I was about to play the game my phone started ringing and I instantly knew who it was when I heard the ring tone.
*Phone Conversation *
Dy: Wassup Sassy? *smiles*
Sasha: *sniffles * Dy?
Dy: Sasha? Shorty what's wrong ?
Sasha: Dy can you come get me please *crys*
Dy: I'm omw wya ma?
Sasha: school parking lot
Dy: ite stay put I'm omw to get you
*Phonecall Ends*
I never heard Sasha like that I'm so use to her being all happy and smart mouth thats where the name "Sassy" came from we been texting lately and she's a cool girl she swear she a nigga moma or some shit always telling me what to do and stuff ,but tonight is different. I never heard her cry and I'm not even going to think twice about going to get her. As soon as I hung up the phone I ran to my room and grabbed my wallet and keys at slid my feet into my Nike slides and hop into my car and made my way to the school. As I pulled up into the parking lot I saw a balled up figure on the steps of the front of the school I jumped out the car and grabbed her and put her in the back seat and let her lay down after I made sure she was in the car I jog around the car and got back in and made my way home. On the ride there I would glance back at her every once in awhile to make sure she was good. When I finally pulled in front of my house I looked back at her and she was fast asleep. I hurried and got her out the car making sure not to wake her or drop her and took her in the house and laid her on the couch. I took her shoes off and jacket and place the blanket I had sitting on the end of the couch on her. I don't know what happend tonight but I dam sure was going to find out. While I was waiting for her to wake up i continue where I left off before she called I was playing the game and it was now 9:40 when I heard a groan. I looked back at a now woke puffy eyed Sasha. I got up from the floor and sat at the end of the couch while I let her feet lie in my lap. "What happened Ma?" I asked. I soon regretted asking her because as soon as I did she began to sniffle again. I gave her time and she began to talk. "I was....
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