Nyla has done everything to escape the past but it keeps on coming back challenging her in ways unbelievable.Certain decisions she cannot undo that will make 1 decision bigger than the rest.
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Nothing can stop my hands from brisklly moving on the sugar paper letting my anger and pain flow onto the paper.
I'm not entirely 100 percent sure I know what I'm drawing but the rough outline of a oval head shape is making it pretty sure I'm drawing people the air is fresh and you can tell it's summer.
Maysa and My dad aren't home in-fact I have no idea where they are I'm definitely not going to call them they can check up on me not the other way around they left as silent as time it's self and I couldn't care less.
I shade in the face creating a shadow using different tones.
My door bell knocks well it does in a special way 2 knocks and 3 rings and I know exactly who it is I clamber out of my bed my legs making soft pitter patter noises on the carpet.
"Abel It's either you don't understand english or your just becoming a borderline stalke-
"I ain't no Abel"
his eyebrow cocks to the side and he removes his glasses from his face staring at me intensely not removing his eyes of mine.
"I came to speak to your aggy ass"
Quavo invites inside sitting down on my couch removing his jacket he grabs the remote what rests on the arm of the chair and starts to flick through the channels complaining about what's on.
"Don't you understand I don't like you?"
"I don't care if you do to be honest I just have some things to inquire with you"
"Things like what?"
"Just things you got any food?"
"I'm really busy Quavo your lucky your sat on my fucking couch at this moment don't test me boy"
He raises his eyebrows shaking his head clearly amused at my comment he doesn't know me at all and to sit in my home is beyond crossing the line.
"I'm not here to fuck nah I've already got bitches on speed dial for that but I wanted to ask you something did you use to know a nigga called Damien?"
Damien...Damien...Damien I whisper into his ear he is sleeping and I wanted his company one thing for sure he loved to sleep he could spend the whole day sleeping but when duty calls he would get up so fast I'm sure lighting would strike I'm not sure but he doesn't tell me what he does plus I've been with him for so long and I'm not sure if he trusts me to tell me his occupation.
