Love And War ♡ {ON HOLD}

snow

Chresanto
"Damn. You one heavy ass nigga."
I'm not dead yet? Maybe I'm in some third realm or some shit like that. I doubt it because I can feel my body being drug.
Eventually, all of the previous events were rushing back to my head, though I was unconscious. My body was thrown up in the air and landed in a pile cushion.
After that, I let the sleep take over...
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"Are you awake?"
"Hello?"
SMACK!
"Wake yo ass up. Better be lucky I'm even caring for yo black ass."
I opened my eyes and rubbed them to get rid of the sleepiness. My eyes revealed at gorgeous Caucasian with brown eyes and blonde curly hair.
I tried to sit up but groaned from the pain in my abdomen and laid back down.
"Take it easy. My pops stitched and bandaged you up so just rest for a bit."
"Who is you," I asked the beauty.
She rolled her eyes and replied, "who are you?"
I scoffed. "I asked you first."
"I know. The proper way to speak is 'Who are you'. Not, 'Who is you.'"
I rubbed my hands down my face and through my napped up hair. "Look, I appreciate you being my doctor but I really just wanna know where I'm at."
"Natalie. I'm Natalie Benefield."
"That's wassup. I'm Chresanto."
Natalie scrunched her nose up at the name. "Go figure."
I looked at her sideways. "What's that 'posed to mean?"
"Nothing. Anyways, my mother is cooking steak at the moment so I guess you can stay and wait for the food tone cooked."
"You helping me out, for what?"
She shook her head and looked the other way. "Because not everyone is bad in the world. Just because I'm 'white' doesn't automatically make me dislike African Americans. Besides, I only date black boys."
I chuckled at that and groaned from the pain. "Yeah, you might want to take it easy."
"So, you saying you'd kick it with a real nigga like me?" I smirked at her.
All she did was roll her eyes and flip her hair but I didn't miss the smile on her lips. "Possibly." She winked.
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Natalie and I shared multiple laughs and just vibed with each other until the food was ready.
Now I thought this shit was gone be nasty as fuck, but these white people can get down in the kitchen.
"So young man, do you happen to remember why you were thrown in a garbage truck." Natalie's father asked politely in his semi country accent.
If it's possible, it felt like everything froze. I was trying to recall the events that took place and saw a glimpse of what happened.
"Uh, yeah. It's a lil blurry but I remember arguing with my girl- female that's a friend's baby daddy or whateva and I got stabbed. Then, I ended up here or in the trash first I'm guessing."
"Well, obviously your female friend isn't worth all the fight. I'm guessing it was over her or about her, but that's none of my business." Natalie spoke.
I nodded my head and started finishing my bomb ass meal, not really wanting to bash Ty'.
************
The day was drawing to a close and I was about to get my stuff and find my way back home.
"Uh, Natalie. I'm bout to head out." I said through her door.
The door opened to reveal a Natalie in only her bra and underwear.
I groaned. White girls with curves, a nigga's weakness.
"Why so soon?" she said in a seductive voice, leaning against the door frame.
"Nat, you gone have to stop."
"I'm not stupid. I know you want me, more than that slut."
I shook my head and stepped back. "Nah, we not bout to talk shit about Ty. Sorry, but that stops right now."
"Only if we can start." She says walking towards me and wrapping her arms around my neck. She starts kissing the spot on my neck that makes me groan. "There's more where that came from if you stay." She winked and pulled me in her room.
Next thing I know, doors closed and she's on her knees and front of me yanking my belt off...
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zeeee fuuuuck.
i don't even know what I wrote, tbh.
now I'm just writing to be writing. like it feels this is just coming out my ass and on to my phone. but whatevaa.
I decided to finally update anyways.
taaaanks for 2k (:
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