mute.

TWENTY TWO

••
𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
••

it's crazy how the closest people you know can do some wack shit.

i have so many questions flooding my mind.

why did he kill omar? is he running from the cops? what did omar do to him?..

gazzy's staying with me, even if my mom is having bad thoughts about him.

i blocked stokeley on everything, instagram, snapchat, facebook, twitter, etc.

of fucking course not, my mom doesn't know shit about this.

she'll find out tho. she finds out about everything thats going on in my life.

i laid in my bed, slowly falling into a deep sleep.

untill some bitch ass nigga scared the fuck outta me by knocking on my door!

"come in!" i yelled, but the knocking continued.
i groaned loudly, swinging the door open.

nobody was there, but the knocking continued.
it must be coming from the window.
probably a bird or sum.

i groaned loudly, stomping over to the window, the knocking was fucking agitating.

i unlocked the window, opening it quickly.
"SHUT T-"

i stared in shock ad stokeley sat there, his black hood over his head.
you could hear small sniffing coming from him.

"w-what are you doing here?" i stuttered, cuz my ass is scared.
what if he kill me?
thank god i have my blade in my drawer.

"we have to talk..."

LMAO SKSKSKS, I REALLY BE THINKING I'M CUTe🤮.
3 MORE CHAPTERS ON THE WAY.