Your All Isn't Good Enough💋🔫

Bum Bum Bum

Tru POV

I'm currently sitting in this nigga house. My gun is being twirled around on my finger. I'm feeling anxious at this point. It's going on 5:30 in the morning and there not home yet. My instinct was to follow them but I was like nah. The shit made me feel some type of way already, just seeing what I did. I feel like blowing this bitch up. I'mma chill out. For now anyway.

Zoe POV

My thoughts are becoming too much. They say you don't know what you have until it's gone. I understand that now completely. I'm going to a dark place. I didn't realize how much of a impact she had on me. I should have made it official. Maybe just maybe we wouldn't be here now. I'm sitting in the chair in his room starring at the bed. All kind of scenarios are clouding my judgement. I don't want to be alone again. You ever been in a room full of people but still feel alone? I can't change the past but I can the furture I just need my baby back. But for now imma smoke this blunt so I'll have no worries for the time being. Once I take my hit I become happy again. Getting up stumbling while I laugh. They got some good ass weed in Turkey.

Opening the closet I grab ol boy shit. Then to the dressers I go grabbing what's his. Whistling a tune while I skip yea nigga skip to the bathroom.

Dumping all the clothes in the tub. I walk out the room giving Tru a nod when I see he's still up. He gives me a questionable look but I continue with what I'm doing. Grabbing the bleach out the cabinet. When I get back in the bathroom I pour it all over the niggas things. Fuck that nigga, thinking he can take my girl and have a Happy ever after.  Lighting my joint back up. Looking under the sink, my eyes light up when I see the box of matches. I know my baby so well, she loves taking baths with candles. She doesn't like using a lighter they get to hot to fast. Rapping to myself.

"And everywhere I go I got Mr. Magic here/Because I know that nigga don't care/He'll have that red shit pourin out your hair/Nigga, any fuckin time nigga, any fuckin where/Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by/If you fuck with me it's a must you die/Them niggas might goin run but them niggas can't hide/It's like shootin yourself, it's a suicide."

Lighting the match up. Smiling in happiness.

"Zoe! STOP!!!"

"Heeeey, Tru what's up wit you?"

He looks at me crazy

"Nigga put the match out"

I pretend I stumble making the match fall in the clothes. Looking up at Tru.

"Dam,I slipped"

"Yea ok, I'mma slip and put my foot up yo ass nigga. That shit was not called for"

"Yap yap yap, stop sounding like a lul bitch man. Hit this shit and ease your mind"

He talks under his breath while he takes the blunt out my hand. He hits it a couple of times before giving it back.

Sitting back looking at the flame. We don't speak for awhile. Hearing the front door open makes us jump up grabbing pistols.

A Hispanic maybe black looking man busts in the room with his gun raised. He looks like real angry. Looks like something happened before he got here. My first words.

"Where Cali?"

"Nigga who the fuçk are y'all? Y'all had something to do with the shit? Fuck! How the hell y'all caught me slipping? Go a head and kill me,I got no reason to live"

Looking at him crazy. What the fuck is he talking about?

"Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you? Where the fuck Cali at?"

He has a confused look on his face. Looking in his eyes I see he's not bull shitting.
He grabs his hair knelling down on his knees. This nigga scream out. They fuck. He still has the gun in his hand and all.

He stands back up with no emotion on his face.

"If y'all didn't take her. Then who the fuck are y'all"

He points his gun at me pulling another one out pointing it at Tru.

"I'm her nigga"

Me and Tru say at the same time.

He cocks his guns. Fuck shit just got real.

Sorry y'all for being late. I'm just able to get on Wattpad. Every time I tried to get on it would knock me off. So I know it's short next one will be longer. Vote, Comment , show love

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