From the CA. (YG FANFIC)

From the CA. (YG FANFIC PART1)

Iont think I can take it anymore, and its only been two days since zarielle been in here. Every few hours doctors rushed in her room, making sure she was cool.. But she wadnt, cool. Shit is bugging me like crazy. Kendrick And I got down to business, came up wit A few plans.

"How you hanging bro, bro." The voice sounded familiar, and I automatically wanted to pull my gun out right then and there.

"Whatchu here fo." Zarielle didnt fuck with him im pretty sure of it, she aint even meet him yet. "To come help you get thru this hardtime."

"Pussy you put me through this hard time. Fuck is you talmbout bol! I should be putting A bullet through yo head- so dont play like this." Jeezy laughed loud ashit, making A few nurses look.

"You think I did this shit.. " He was real shot to show his face around here.

"Listen jeezy I dont think- I know you did this shit to my girl, fucking with her now is like messing wit me, Plus A nigga been peeped yo twisted ass game," Jeezy got up getting into my face, this fuckboy bout to get the clip.

"Im praying for you, bro." He left out the room, right after he left, A doctor came in. "Hello, Im zarielle's doctor since she was A teen. Seems like her heart probl-" Hold up.

"Heart problems." He looked up at me.

"Assume she never told you. Its nothing to worry about, honestly. She had surgery A few years back.. but shes good." Wait until her sleeping beauty ass wakes up, got some nerve to keep this shit away from me. The doctor talked to me, about the do's and dont's when she gets out her coma.

Sex was one of them. You see I can wait for it cause its zarielle. But if it was one of dem fuck N duck chicks, me waiting? Naw. Closing my eyes I needed A small rest.

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Chianna's pov.

"Yassss bitch yas." My shit was on, and nobody was stopping me from working this pole. After the song was done, A brownskin boy with A short cut nodded his head the the door.

Imma stripper. And when men tell you to meet them outside, you aint safe but, this man looked safe to me. Collecting all my cash I headed to the dressing room, I put some shorts on keeping the shirt I performed in on.

Whatever this man wants, he needs to make it quick. I spotted him on the far end of the parking lot.. "Wasup beautiful." He had some accent that wasnt from here, sounded like he was from compton, I was born And raised there. "That aint what you called me out here f-"

His hands went around my neck, lifting my feet off the ground. I gasped for air- my hands tried to get to his face.. But it wasnt working. A white cloth was pressed to my face letting me fall freely.

"First ride back to compton."
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ITS SHORT I KNOW😕