ride. ( dreezy & 21 savage )

12) "So Used To Fucking With The Fake"

Seandrea Sledge:

"Trimble?" The dude said.

"Yeah." I said.

"Come on." The dude said.

This dude was being too nice. So I sure as hell didn't expect him to keep up the act. I had tied my jacket around my waist.

He closed the door and I stood there. I kept my hands near my waist the whole time. I even put my hands in my pockets to be on the safe side.

"She down in the basement." He said, pointing towards the basement.

Now I wasn't about to be the stereotypical girl and go down the stairs by myself, knowing he would probably lock me in there. So I pretended to look down there. "I don't see her." I lied.

"She not down there?" The dude said.

"No." I said.

He went towards the stairs and I went behind him. It was quiet down here. He flicked on the singular light that hung from the ceiling with a chain. It made a dim light through the basement. Deja was sitting in a corner, asleep (I hope). "Deja." The man snapped.

Dej woke up and her whole facial expression changed when she saw me. I heard a tapping noise and looked around until I saw Imani through a small window near the ceiling. The dude looked up and saw her too.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath.

"You brought somebody with you?" The dude said.

"Nah, ion know her." I said, nonchalantly.

I held eye contact and didn't fidget around too much so he wouldn't be able to tell I was lying. Still somehow, he saw straight through it. "Nah, you bringing spies and shit, what's your deal." He said.

"I just said I don't know her, the fuck." I said. Now both of us had spoken full sentences and I could tell the difference between our accents.

I took my hands out of my pockets and let them hang by my hips. "I don't know who you basing your voice at but--"

"Dre, just go. Ion want you fucking with Travis." Dej said.

"Uh uh, cause one I just spent a whole six hours driving down here to come save you. Two I actually care about you, so I'm tryna help you." At that moment I knew I had said too much.

"So that's what you came down here for?" Travis said.

"You actually had somebody who cared about you save your ass at the last minute?" I snapped.

"Listen ma, you gone get out or I'm gone put you out myself." Travis said.

"Touch me, I dare you." I said.

Travis stepped up to me and before he did anything, I pistol whipped him. I heard Imani hiss from outside the window. I waved for her to go back to the car. "I ain't came down here to hurt nobody, but you done pushed me past my limit." I said.

I may be short and soft at times but I'm pretty sure you know I'm not scared to beat a nigga to the center of the earth. 7 feet tall or 7 inches tall, I'm going in swinging. That's the type of stuff that comes from being born in Chicago.

"Deja, go out the back, follow Imani. I got this." I said.

"Dre--"

"Deja, just go." I said.

Deja got up and went up the stairs towards the back door. I turned back towards Travis who was getting up. He had a scar on his head. "You little bitch!" He yelled, and I put my arm up to block his fist. He grasped my wrist.

I kicked him in the knee and put my gun to the side of his head. "Touch me one more time or say anything about this, I got a nice bullet that's gone go straight through your head." I said.

Okay, truth be told, I have no idea how to use a gun. I have shot somebody before but that was out of self defense. So technically it was a false threat unless I learned how to use one.

Travis nodded slowly and I walked up the stairs of the basement down the street back towards the car. "Holy shit, Dre!" Imani said.

"What?" I said.

"Your eye is bleeding!" Dej said.

I looked at the mirror on the sun visor. "What the fuck?" I said.

I hadn't even felt anything on my eye but--

"This nigga made it bleed when he jabbed me straight in the eye." I muttered.

I took a tissue and wiped my eye. "I think you still got some eye bandages in the glove box from the time I got in that fight." Imani said.

"Nah, I should be good until we get home." I said, blinking over and over again.

I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking space. "How long until we get back home?" Dej asked.

"We'll be back by 4 or 5." I said.

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I sorted through the mail and a check caught my eye. It wasn't my paycheck, I didn't get that until next month. It was a check from the soundcloud headquarters apparently.

Then I knew what it was for. It was for all of the people who listened to Chiraq. I read the amount over and over again, I couldn't believe my eyes.

I had fifty fucking thousand dollars.

Hi y'all.

I know, short and sucky. I tried but I had a lot to do all of a sudden.

Seandrea got hella problems now, don't she?

But she got paid thoo😝 got fifty grand!!

How y'all feeling now that they got Deja?

Imani pulled some real stupid shit while they was in the basement, didn't she?

Okay, bye.