* Brandon's POV *
That night.. 9:00 pm.
Okay cool,
okay bool I love ha.
I'ma save her,
yes like Danny Glover.
I'ma call my partner,
'fore I fuck ha mother.
I pass them a molly,
now they kiss each other.
I was currently playing 2k with my boys. We blasted young thug throughout the whole house.
Camille was watching us, but we all weren't speaking at the moment.
"Bruh, you cheatin'!" Kendrick yelled.
I laughed. His ass just mad because I was winning.
"Hurry up and finish this nigga man, i'm ready to smoke." Trigga told me.
"Game over!" I called out.
"That's some bullshit." Kendrick mumbled.
I laughed and then glanced over at Camille. She was staring at the ground, with her lips poked out. She looked so cute.
I tapped Trigga and pointed towards Camille.
"Aww." He cooed.
"What?" Kendrick asked.
"Milly boo, with her mad ass." Trigga laughed.
She shot him a look and he laughed harder.
"I was just saying. It was wrong." Trigga shrugged.
"I didn't wanna bother him!" She yelled.
"Then we tried to you about toughening up.. I understand where you coming from, but do you think muthafuckas out there care about that? It's only for your safety." Kendrick added.
She rolled her eyes.
"I just can't believe she said we didn't care bruh. Of course we care! I just wanna make sure she's mentally prepared for our lifestyle." Kendrick said again.
"Right." Trigga agreed.
I was silent. I wasn't really mad about her snappin' on us. I was mad about her leaving me! Anything could have happened. I was so fuckin' worried. I'm so glad her father had her.
"Babe?" She mumbled towards me.
I just looked at her with a blank expression as she sighed.
"Can we talk?" She asked.
After awhile of not replying she spoke again.
"Please?" She asked again.
I got up and turned the music down. Then I went over to her and rolled her into my room.
I sat on the bed and put her in front of me.
"Wassup?" I dryly asked.
She grabbed my hand and stroked it softly. She looked me in the eyes and bit her lip.
"I just wanted to say that i'm sorry."
Her voice was so soft and gentle.
"For?" I asked.
She sighed and squeezed my hand harder.
"For not letting you know I was gone this morning. I didn't think it was such a big deal."
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Abusive Affair (URBAN)
Teen FictionMeet Camille Davis. 16, 5'2, with a body like whoa. Camille doesn't have your average teenage life. Behind her pretty smile, is a lot of pain & suffering. With her horrible mother beating her, stepfather raping her & constantly having to manage ma...