Life under the gun

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ARIYAH POV:

I sat outside looking at the snow on the ground and the covered up pool.

My mind was racing more than usually. I was actually stressed.

I had a rolled blunt in my hand but I wasn't lit.

I looked at it and shook my head.

Just take a little puff

Have you ever heard weed is a gateway drug

Girl I'm positive you won't be smoking no crack anytime soon after smoking that blunt

I lit the blunt but didn't take a hit yet.

I placed the blunt to my lips and took a hit.

I let smoke fill my lungs.

I blew out the smoke in the cold air. It formed a little cloud over my head before disappearing.

This gang will be over in a day or two I'm not really worried about that.

But this dream and some FBI agent was getting to me.

The dream felt real but there was so much confusion to it.

Like why was grandma Rita there in the first place.

Who trap was we blowing up?

Why Deion was there?

The questions kept my mind spinning.

I felt a hand on my side making me react fast.

I turned around with a balled up fist.

"Well damn don't hit me" I seen Deion face.

I sighed a little.

"Shouldn't have snuck up on me" I said to him.

"Is that a blunt" he said with big eyes.

As you people know I don't smoke at all and if I drink it's probably a sip then everything else is going to be wasted.

So it was shocking for Deion to see me with a lit blunt.

Usually when I'm stress I just fuck but not even sex can clear my mind right now.

"Yea and I am not satisfied" I said looking at the blunt.

"Why you say that" he asked.

"I don't see the point of it" I said then out the blunt and threw it in the bush.

"What's wrong because you never smoke" he asked me.

I never thought a dream can fuck me up this much.

It was so real.

"Just stressed" I said then rubbed my face.

"No this is more than stressed Come on Ari talk to me" he said.

I looked at him to see he had a concern look on his face.

I hated when people was concerned about me. I don't like when people worry about me.

I get it you care just don't because you will get hurt.

And I think that dream just proved my point.

"Would you catch a bullet for me" I asked him.

He looked at me and tilted his head.

He wrapped his arms around me.