ARIE
We were on our way home. We already dropped off Haz and Major, so it's just us. I still can't believe what just happened. Why can't Andre leave me alone? Why can't he understand that I'm with someone else? Why can't he just disappear? I look over at King and see all his bruises. Some from me but one distinctive one under his eye, I reach over and touch it. He winces in pain a little but enough that I noticed.
"I'm sorry." I admit.
"It's not your fault." he said grabbing my hand.
"It's always my fault. Everything. I wish I would've never met him. I wish I would've know about him before I was with him." I started to tear up.
"I love you" he spoke truthfully to me.
"I love you too" I say looking over at him.
"Sing to me."
"Excuse me sir?" I asked confused
"Sing to me." He repeated
"I don't know what to sing." I tried to make an excuse
"Please Arie." He begged
"Fine okay." I said
He smirked at me. I took a deep breath and thought about a song to sing that he would like. I start to sing
"I can be selfish, be so impatient
Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe
I'm insecure, yeah, I make mistakes
Sometimes I feel like I'm at the end of the road
I can get low, I can get low
Don't know which way is up
Yeah, I can get high, I can get high
Like I could never come down
Call it a curse!
Or just call me blessed
If you can't handle my words
You ain't getting my best
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt?
Well, must be how Marilyn Monroe felt
It's like all the good things
They fall apart like, like like Marilyn Monroe
Truth is we'll mess up til we get it right
I don't wanna end up losin my soul
I can get low, I can get low
Don't know which way is up
Yeah, I can get high, I can get high
Like I could never come down
Call it a curse!
Or just call me blessed
If you can't handle my worse
You ain't getting my best
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt?
Well, must be how Marilyn Monroe felt
Take me, or leave me
I'll never be perfect
Believe me, I'm worth it
So take me, or leave me
So take me, or leave me
Call it a curse!
Or just called me blessed
If you can't handle my worse
You ain't getting my best
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt?
Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt!"
I finished and look over at him we were already home.
"You love Marilyn Monroe. Don'tchu?" He said getting out the car
"Hell yeas." I said opening the door.
When we walked in the house was a mess from when we had fought. I walked past the mess and into my room. I started taking off my dirty blood stained clothes and put on one of King's big t-shirts, It's blue, his favorite color. I started combing my hair when I heard a loud thud and glass breaking. I dropped my comb and ran out my room. I sped walked down the hall into the living room. I looked around the room and it was messer than before, I saw King on the floor bleeding.
"KING!" I screamed and ran over to him. I started crying and trying to stop the bleeding. Then, I heard someone laughing behind me. I turned arond slowly and saw Andre laughing like this shit is funny.
"YOU THINK THIS SHIT IS FUNNY?" I yelled at him. I stood up and walked slowly toward him. "WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? HUH? DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I DON'T LOVE YOU? YOU LOST SOMETHING GOOD AND YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BACK," I yelled at him almost to his face. I was about to punch him, then he pulled out a gun.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you." he said grinning.
"But I'm not you so" I said punching him making him drop his gun. We scrambled to the gun. I was about to get it until he elbowed me in the mouth. He walked over to King and pointed to his chest.
"I told you was gonna get you back." He said cold heartedly
I tried to run up on him but one of his drug keepers came out of no where and grabbed me by my neck. I could barely breathe.
"King!" my voice cracked "King, I love you and I'm sorry okay." I said everything was getting blurry that's when the drug keeper threw my on the table.
I started blacking out, I heard a cough. "I love you too, Arie. See you soon baby girl." King said in a raspy voice. Before I finally blacked out, I heard gunshots.
That's it.... King's dead.
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My Thug Love
Teen FictionWhen you're in love with a thug, you're in love with all there is to come. You're in love with his guns, his drugs, his tattoos, all of it. There is no getting out of it, you have to be strong no matter what. I'm Arie, he's King and this is my thug...
