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22 year old Jayden Valentine Christina has ever been with was some thug on the street that wanted to just fuck and leave. After her fame got serious ( Model) she stopped with...
"FUCKKKKKK!" I yell holding onto my knee and slowly falling down.
"I told you Bianca. You can't get off the streets until I say so!" Jace yells holding the gun to my head.
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(Jace in Media above)
"What the fuck!" I hear Jayden yell before punching Jace in his face.
"Jayden stop!" I yell holding onto my knee cap.
"What the fuck you mean "Jayden stop!" Nigga you just got shot in the mothafuckin kneecap. IMANI!" Jayden yells.
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(Jayden in Media above)
"What man I'm- WHAT THE FUCK!" Imani yells looking down at me.
"Yo call the motha fucking police that nigga ain't gone be knocked out for long," Jayden says as I start to whimper.
"I shouldn't have left my gang. I shouldn't have left. I'm sorry Jayden," I say starting to cry.
Feeling a hand on top of my hand that's holding onto my knee.
"You will be okay. Your not going to die. I don't care what happens. You aren't dying on me. Breath Bianca. Just breath. I got chu. Stay with me," Feeling my eyes get lower and my vision get blurry and Jayden voice grow even further away.
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