Chapter 5 | Friends

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Morgan.

Aunt Gayle and I are staying with Tionne for a few weeks. Am I scared? Hell to the yes! DeVanté will probably beat my ass when he sees me. I know how crazy this man is and I don't have the time to be dealing with him.

"And we here." Ti said while pulling into her driveway.

"Finally." Aunt Gayle said.

Finally!? The ride could've taken as long as it wanted to, hell!

We got out of the car. Tionne helped Aunt Gayle and I with our bags. We got settled in the house and all that.

"You know you need to go see him." Ti said as she entered my room.

I sighed. "I know...He's out of the hospital now, right?"

She nodded. "Yeah. They didn't want him stayin by himself, so he stayin with his brother."

I raised an eyebrow. "You mean Dalvin? As in your boyfriend?"

"Yeah...that nigga." She rolled her eyes.

Hmmm...🤔👀☕️

"Okaaayy...I'll go see him later on today." I said.

"No the hell you ain't. You goin over there right damn now."

Ugh! 😒

I haven't seen DeVanté awake in two years, so I do want to see him. I just know he's going to be upset about me moving and I'm not in the mood for all of that.

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I said a quiet prayer before getting out of the car.

Here goes nothing.

I walked to the doorstep and rang the doorbell.

DeVanté.

I was just sitting on the couch in the family room when I heard Dalvin's doorbell ring.

I looked around then back at the TV.

It rang for a second time.

Again, I looked around then back at the TV.

It rang for a third time.

"Dalvin, I think somebody at the door!" I yelled.

"Why didn't you answer it then!?" He asked while coming down the stairs.

"This ain't my house, nigga."

He sighed and opened the door.

All I heard was whispers. I tried to make out who's voice it was, but I couldn't.

I heard the front door close and footsteps to where I was. In came Dalvin...along with

"Morgan?..."

She smiled slightly. "Hi."

"I'll let y'all talk." Dalvin went back up the stairs.

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