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TWENTY ONE

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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it's been two days, and i haven't seen stoke, nor omar.

gazzy's been so sad these past days, and i'm always at his side.

i sighed loudly, grabbing my phone and sent stoke another message.

: are you ignoring me ?
read at 2:35 p.m.

i huffed angrily, sending him another message.

: plz stop ignoring me, i'm sorry for whatever i did .
read at 2:35 p.m.

i gripped my dreads, slamming my phone down on my bed.

i don't know what i did. am i annoying? am i too ugly? am i fat? am i unpleasing?

i sound so desperate.

now, this nigga got me feeling insecure.

my phone started dinging, and instantly grabbed it. it's probably stokeley!

ms.keisha💗 : come open the door
ms.keisha💗 : i need a shoulder to cry on☹️ .

: i'm coming💙

i sighed, plugging my phone back up. gazzy's been doing this alot. i feel really bad for him.

i walked downstairs, opening the door quickly since it was thunderstorming.

gazzy's wet body pounced on me, sobs erupting in the room.

i rub his back, trying to calm him down.
poor baby.

"shh, it's okay." i cooed as he continued
to sob in my neck.

"he won't answer his phone jah!" gazzy balled some more.

on god, when i see omar, ima beat the fuck outta his ass.

i pecked the top of his head and continued to rub his back. i never seen him cry like this before.

there was a loud knock on the door, and i had to pry gazzy off of me.

"i-it might be omar!" gazzy squeaked, sniffling.

i walked to the door quickly, swinging it open.

"where the f- oh? hi officer." i looked the cop up and down, shaking slightly. i get nervous as fuck around cops.

"yes hello, do you know stokeley clevon goulbourne?" he stared at me, sternly.

"um, yes? why?" i gripped onto the door, narrowing my eyes in confusion.

"we found his fingerprints on the body of omar pineirõ." i widened my eyes, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach.

"b-body! what do you mean!" gazzy screamed behind me, clutching onto me.

"um, mr. pineirõ was found dead in his apartment. he was stuffed in the closet, he had mutiple stab wounds."

"oh god!" gazzy ran away, you could hear gagging noises.

"o-officer, i k-know stokeley, i don't k-know w-where he is." i stuttered, trying to hold in tears.

he hummed, nodding his head.
"ok sir, have a goodnight." he walked back to his cop car, driving off.

i shut the door slowly, running upstairs to my room.

i grabbed my phone, clicking stokeley's contact.

babyface bitch☺️💘 : oh, you a murderer murderer.

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