To Be Loved •b.t.• (Completed)

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Yoooo. I'm ready to pull some real hoe shit bruh. This book got around 2-10 chapters left. Not going to give yall an explanation. Wait on it

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Zeviah Boston

"Freestyle!" I called when I saw him sitting in the grass.

"Wassup, fam?"

"I'm doing more community service than you're doing"

I picked up the trash with a gloved hand and threw it in the bag I was holding.

Today, Freestyle was serving some of his community service.

"Well I'm tired. What if I die or something?"

"Who told you to commit robbery and arson?"

"I told you that I ain't scared to do a little time"

"How would Greasy feel about that?"

"Go home, Zeviah. I got this"

"I don't believe you"

"Go 'head. Cause we looking for jobs tomorrow, so you gotta rest up cause imma be picky"

I ended up going home.

When I got there, I kicked off my shoes and went upstairs.

Of course Bryson was in my bed.

"How are you in my house?"

"I'm a murderer, I gotta be sneaky"

"You can't be that sneaky because you got caught"

"Shut up"

"Are you going to be indecisive today, or are you going to put on your big boy pants?"

"Go get me a bottle and we'll see"

I cut my eyes at him. "Whatever"

"Deadass. You got some alcohol or something for us?"

"I won't be able to pass your urine tests"

"If you really tryna fail, do some of this" He tossed a bag of cocaine at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm just playing, Zeviah. Damn"

"Why would you even have that on you? You told me that you were trying to better yourself and you're lying"

"Can we just chill without talking? You don't say shit, I don't say shit. We just here"

He went downstairs, and I didn't bother to say anything.

Here I was again, letting Bryson walk all over me.

He came back upstairs with a bottle of vodka and his Pandora was playing.

That bottle definetly wasn't mine.

"You just-"

"I just want to spend time with you in silence. Shut up, because talking ruins it"

Of course it did.

He could have all the silence that he wanted out on my front porch.

He untwisted the cap and it popped before he sat it down on the dresser.

"Here"

"I don't-"

"Go ahead, Zeviah. Let loose for once"

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I ended up drinking half the bottle.

"How do you feel?" Bryson questioned.

"I feel dizzy" I slurred, and turned my head to the side.

"You fucked up. I ain't never doing this shit again. It ain't even fun"

"I bet - I bet you my house that I can do a handstand"

"You can't even do that shit sober"

"Watch me"

I moved to stand up, but everything was horizontal.

My body slammed against my carpeted floor.

"Shit" I groaned, and rubbed my hand over my head.

I felt myself being lifted off of the floor.

"Ooo shit" I mumbled as the ground got farther away from my face.

I heard laughing in my ear, before Bryson put all of his weight ontop of me.

"This way you can't go nowhere"

"You're such an ass. I have to learn to stop loving you" I hiccuped.

He furrowed his eyebrows, and I felt myself zoning out.

"What'chu say, Zeebie?"

"My head hurts" I frowned before attempting to turn my body around.

I felt Bryson turn me back around forcefully. "What did you say, Zeviah?"

"I don't - I don't- I don't rememberrr"

I felt his teeth sink into my neck, as he began to kiss on me softly.

"Fuck"

"Hot damn" I laughed.

His hands touched the skin on my stomach, and they trailed up to cup my breasts.

"What'chu say Zeviah?"

Suddenly, I wasn't drunk anymore.

"Bryson" I mumbled softly.

He kissed along my jawline before connecting his lips with mine.

"Tell me that you fuckin' love me" He demanded softly, while still kissing on me.

He removed his hands from under my shirt, and undid my pants before tossing them.

A large lump had formed in my throat.

"Tell me, baby" He grabbed onto my thighs and got in between them.

He was breathing hard.

"I love you"

"I'm not gone do you like I did you last time"

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