mute.

TWENTY THREE

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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i stared at stokeley, my arms folded over my chest.
"now you wanna talk." i chuckled, rolling my eyes.

"jah, c'mon." he whined, his hands shaking slightly.

"sorry, i don't like serial killers." i spat, glaring at him.
i mean, where's the lie?
he continued staring at his feet, sniffling softly.

i groaned, rolling my eyes.
"if i let you in, you better tell me everything." i poked his chest, staring at him.

he nodded his head slowly, and looked up at me. his eyes were puffy and red, you could see dry tear stains on his cheeks, he looked like a sad koala.

lmao.

i grabbed his arm and helped him in, before shutting my window, locking it and shutting the blinds.

he sat down on my bed, sighing loudly.

"start from the beginning."

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i kept pacing back and forth, my eyes scanning the floor.
stoke continued rant on how omar was a perverted son of a bitch.

"now, the police is looking for me." he said in a breath, panting.

tbh i'm suprised i ain't beat stoke's ass when he said omar pitbull ass fucked him.

nasty.

i wonder what that room would smell like.

ew.

i stared at stoke, he seemed genuinely disgusted with himself.

"i fucking hate cheaters." i sighed, and looked away from him.

"but i see you have enough balls to tell me something as big as this." i turned my head back towards him, shrugging.
"you betta' not fuck up again stokeley, i'm warning yo ugly ass."

he cheesed and kissed my knuckles.
"i won't baby."

i smiled and grabbed his chubby cheeks, giggling.

the door was busted open. i turned my head quickly and pulled my hands off of stoke's cheeks.

"why the fuck is that fat bitch here, jahseh!"

- highkey i wanna delete all my books and get off wattpad because i feel like there all horrible but nah🤠 .