What the hell? My head is hurting like I don't know what. I can feel my whole body hurting, like somebody ran a train on my ass.
I opened my eyes and seen I was in a room with a lot of niggas. I seen Tre sitting in a chair with a table in front of him smoking weed. Beside him was some niggas that was snorting cocaine and drinking some liquor, probably some ciroc.
I looked around where I was at and seen I was butt ass naked and they was like 3 or 4 niggas around me that were naked too. I bought my hand to my mouth to keep the cry from coming out.
I looked at each one of them, just in case if I ever do make it out here alive I'm killing they asses, straight up.
Only 2/4 of them was cute, the other two was ugly as shit. One of the cute ones noticed me awoke.
"Damn you even more sexier awake, specially with them sexy hazel eyes." He said which made all of them look at me.
"Yeah and fuck you." I responded.
He laughed "Baby you already did." He said with a smirk, my head tilted in confusion. "What?"
"Damn is you stupid? Meaning we fucked you already." One of the ugly ones said.
"You... fucked me... already?" I slapped the ugly one in the face. "Yall fucking raped me? And ran a train on my ass!?" I started beating his ass then I felt my self being lift up.
"Is that anyway to treat our guest?" I looked to see it was Tre bitch ass.
"Fuck you Tre!" I said to him.
"Do you know who you're fucking with?" I questioned them niggas.
"A hoe." One of them said.
My body froze and I turned to Tre.
"You got these niggas thinking I'm a hoe? What the fuck! I ain't no damn hoe! I'm motherfucking Peaches! Fuck you mean, I'm coming after all yall fucking asses."
"Very funny but shut your ass up." Tre said and threw me over his shoulder. He started walking towards the door.
I made a gun motion with my hands meaning they going to get theres. Their time is coming and so is Tre's bitch ass.
But I know I'm getting my ass out of here if it's the last thing I do.
XAVIER
"Damn my nigga where the hell you at?" Nip questioned me.
"Bruh I told you I needed to get away to clear my head. I'm in Miami right now."
"Oh, I thought you slip from the face of earth or some shit."
"Nah, I'm just chilling forreal."
"Have you heard from Peaches yet?" He asked me and I sighed.
"Nah man, I haven't and it's eating me alive. Every time I call her phone it doesn't even rings it goes straight to voicemail. Have you talked to her?"
"I tried but her phone does the same thing. Bruh, something ain't right. She usually calls me everyday no matter what."
"Something wrong. I can feel it in my gut." I told him.
"Yeah something is, she never acted like this before and it's not like her."
"You need to figure something out since you up in New York. I can't do anything about it since I'm in Miami."
"That's why you need to bring ya ass home."
"I might."
"Nigga you better, but I just called you to see how you was doing."
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Thug Passion (Urban)
Teen FictionHer name is Cashmere, follow her through her journey.