I will be posting my short story challenges on here. They have been trending lately and I had decided to invest my time into creating some so that you guys can read. Please beware that these stories may have: Explicit content, such as sexual insight...
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It was twelve-thirty am and we was just getting finished. He didn't bother to say anything to me. I knew he would just tell me what I wanted to hear to get back into my underwear. It occurred every time.
I was sick of this. Tonight I would change the mood a little bit.
"Adontis, baby, why you leaving so fast?" I said holding the cover up to cover my half naked body. He didn't reply, instead he stood there just buckling his pants and putting back on his shoes. I carefully went over to him and stood in front of his face. "I know you heard me talking to you, you ain't shit but a fuckboy! All my friends were right about you." I yelled. He still stood there pulling his shirt on top of his head. He replied with a simple "ight." And walked out of the room.
I was keeping a secret from him. A huge secret. Something that could ruin my reputation if I had told anyone. Sitting there silently crying, I soon fell into a deep slumber.
I woke up the next day to my Iphone ringing on The charger next to me. I sighed and answered.
"Hello, is this Keish White?" An unknown voice said on the other line. "Yes, this is her." I was a bit worried. It was ten thirty am in The morning and no one knew never to call me this early in the morning. Something had to be up.
"We have an Adontis down here at White oak medical center, it seems as though he has been shot." She replied. I fell Down to my knees unable to speak. The man that I loved was shot.
I hung up the phone and quickly got dress to make my way down to the hospital. As I entered, I noticed that it was a slow day. It was like everybody was in slow motion. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my head and made my way to the counter.
"Hello, I'm here for adontis. They said he was shot." I said to the lady who was too busy talking on the phone.
"What's his room number?" She asked popping her gum and twisting her stale weave.
"I don't know his room number, that's why I'm asking you." I said a little Snotty. "Well child, what's his name?" She replied rolling her eyes. This bitch must've not had any home training. Who the fuck hired her anyway? She was big and smelled terrible.
"I just told you, you know what? Ill find his room number myself." I quickly walked away going up to the third floor. I had to see if he was alright. Even though he did me dirty, wasn't no one going to be there for him. His little "Homeboys" were just niggas waiting for his downfall. I was his ride or die and he was stuck with me for life.
Like, comment share, don't steal. Part 2 coming tomorrow. Damn she crazy .
