I guess I'll keep the book then 💀
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Phylicity
"Did he get any pussy? Maybe he won't shit the whole time, and just wanted ya goods" Cydney suggested.
"I don't think she wants to talk about it" Heather ran her hand through my hair. "Poor baby"
Bryson disappeared a whole month ago.
We walked to my house after Eris's threat, and his dad was waiting outside.
His dad took him away, and I haven't seen him since.
I thought his parents liked me, but they must really not like me.
His number got changed, and whenever I went to his house, he 'wasn't there'.
"I miss him so much" I felt my lip quiver, but I held it all in.
"Hi, Phylicity" Arthur Read pushed his glasses up, and smiled at me.
"What did Eris say about Bryson?"
"That she's glad he's gone" He responded without hesitation.
"Fuck that bitch" I scowled.
"Maybe it was for the best-"
"Arthur, you're dismissed. See you at home" D.W. shooed him.
He took his sweet time getting away from us.
"You're an aardvark not a sloth"
Some football players climbed up the bleachers, and Cydney cleared her throat before flipping her hair.
"Come to mama"
"Wassup Phylicity?" Xander smiled and showed off his white teeth.
I looked him up and down.
He was definitely not my Bryson.
"Not a chance" I shook my head, and grabbed my bag before leaving.
"Wait, where yo man at?"Xander smirked.
"Right here"
This would be a nice time for Bryson to come out the blue, but instead, I was the one talking.
I pointed at my heart. "He's right here, so don't worry about it"
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"Jasmine" I complained.
"I was gonna say fuck him, but you didn't get to do that, baby sister. I was just gonna shut up and comfort you"
She ran her hand through my hair, and I sniffed.
I felt the tears rushing down my face. "I miss him so much"
"You grew attached to him quick"
I wish I had just let her shut up.
The doorbell rang, and I got up, supressing my smile.
I felt my heart racing, and when I looked through the peep hole, it was covered.
I could feel my excitement, and I could also feel my sex warming up.
He had that affect on me.
I opened the door, and was met with a gun.
"You already know what the fuck this is, lil nigga"
He shook the barrel of the gun in my face.
I know this isn't the time, but my pussy ain't never dry up that fast.
"You the only one home?"
I nodded my head, and hoped that Jasmine got the hell outta here.
"You got duct tape"
"No"
Right upstairs, under my bed.
Bryson had left it over when he tried to tie my wrists together.
Dumb ass nigga.
The next time I saw him, I was going to smack the entire soul out of him.
Then he would get turned on, and kiss all over me like I wanted.
Like I needed.
I got smacked with the gun, and my blood dripped onto the floor.
I groaned in pain, and held my face.
I'm just daydreaming bout my nigga, and I get pistol whipped.
There was a large slamming sound, and Jasmine screamed. "Oh shit"
I looked to see a chair on the niggas neck.
She had hit him with it.
"His fuckin' neck broke. Shit, shit, shit"
"I'm too young to be a murderer" I started to cry again.
I then dried up my tears quick as fuck. "Shit, you did it"
"Phylicity!"
"Who gone raise me?" I whined.
"Nobody, after I pick up this chair and hit you too. Now help me"
She laughed. "That nigga neck was throwed. You should've seen it"
I picked up the chair, and felt a bad ass headache approaching.
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