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chloe's pov

"you need to open up to me." the therapist ordered.

"i don't need to open up to anyone." i grumbled.

"it would help."

" i will get a new therapist if you keep forcing me to do this."

"thats not gonna happen." she said.

"oh really? you be up my ass about everything, why shouldn't i?"

"because i can get better."

"ion think so."

"yes i can. give me a chance. i have this job for a reason." she pleaded.

"you keep pissing me off, you'll lose it."

"are you threatening me?"

"get me tight and i will."

"you think that i'm afraid of you, Chloe?" she asked.

"you should be."

"you don't have to treat me like this because you think you're tough because of everything."

i snatched her notepad from her and threw it across the room. i pinned her up onto the wall in anger. my hand was gripped around her neck.

"you wanna repeat that?!" I threatened. she wasn't able to say anything from me choking her. i stopped gripping it tightly but my hand was still around her neck.

"you need to stop right now."

"or what? you'll call the police?" i laughed. "you'll do that shit either way. i'm not leaving you off the hook."

"let. me. go." she struggled.

"what are you gonna do if i don't?"

I felt someone trying to pull me away from her. i struggled and i was trying to let myself free.

"fuck! let me go!" I screamed. i turned around and realized it was a big security guard as noted. "don't touch me."

"sit down." he ordered.

"make me." i hissed. he looked at me with threatening eyes and i rolled my eyes. "i'd like to leave now."

"miss, you-"

"i don't care. i'm tryna leave." I interrupted.

"okay. fine." he rolled his eyes. he started escorting me out of the room and out of there. i went in my car and i drove. when i was at a red light i took out my weed and the cigarette and began smoking. i heard cars beeping and i looked up realizing it was a green light. i stuck out the middle finger to them and shouted "suck me!" then i put on my playlist and i turned up the volume.

i pulled up to my friend's apartment.

"yo i'm back gay fucks!" I yelled.

i went upstairs and i found one of them stoned playing on ps4.

"where's the shit?" I asked.

"the shit?" he said.

"the shit."

"its under here, baby." He began pulling down his underwear and i grabbed his arm stopping him.

"not your 2 inch bulge, retard. you know what, you're too high off your ass to even answer the question." i left and i heard music in the other room. i heard some moaning go along with it. I didn't care at this point. i busted the door open to see my other friend giving a girl head.

"where are the drugs, Chris!" I questioned.

he popped his head up.

"what the fuck Chloe!" he complained. "fuck outta here!"

"did you give them to your shorty? seriously i'm not playing. they weren't where they were before."

"I ain't know where they are! now get out. why you so tight for?"

"shut up." I slammed the door. i turned around and i saw someone running outside the window. it was with the big bag that the drugs were in.

"fuck!" I mumbled under my breath and ran outside. the guy was already far but i ran like hell.

i sped my way to the guy and i was finally close.  when i got a hold of him i jumped on his back. he was wearing a hoodie over his head so I couldn't see him.

"why the fuck did you take it!" I shouted. we both fell to the ground. i crouched.

"do i have to ask again!" i put the hoodie down from his head revealing..

Diego?

"Chloe?.." he said.

"why did you take my shit dude? answer me!" I kicked him.

"what the hell!" he complained. "and thats all yours?"

"mostly. the fuck would you care.."

"I don't."

"so.. why did you take it.."

"why do you care so much."

"you wanna fucking test me? mad funny. why did you take them."

"i was sent here."

"by?"

"can't say."

"why not?"

"bruh.. best stop asking all these questions."

"not until their answered."

"i was sent by some dudes to that address to take that bag."

"i already know who it is.. are you a part of it."

"w- the fuck you talkin bout-"

I slapped him. "are you a part of it or not fool!"

"i'm in the fuckin SOTB!"

i looked at him in disgust.

"listen to me." I warned. "you stay the fuck away from me and my people. you know what? you gon' lead me to them right now."

"you don't understa-"

"i said you gonna fucking lead me to them!" i yelled. "or if you prefer.. i'll take you to where i live right and ima make sure my guys make you talk."

"I ain't scared of you."

i pulled out my knife.

"funny." he also pulled out a knife.

"you lucky i didn't bring my gun, xan." i mumbled.

"you boutta threaten me with a gun? wow. you not gonna shoot me." he scoffed.

"bet. you ain't gonna stab me, fool." i said.

"bet."

finally updated .

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