THIRTY TWO

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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"get the fuck out. now." stokeley pointed at the door, standing up.

whew, here we go.

"nah, i wanna see my best friend." gazzy laughed, and now i know.

this bitch is actually crazy.

he stared at me harshly, and i wanna leave.

"get the fuck out gazzy!" stokeley yelled again, scowling, his cheeks now flushing.

lemme just-

i grabbed the pillow i was laying on, flinging it across the room, at gazzy.

he ducked, and the pillow crashed into the tv.

he laughed, shaking his head, laughing and even louder. oh nahhh.

if i'ma 'bout to die, lemme pray real quick so i can fly with the angels.

i took the hospital phone off the hook, about to hurry the fuck up and call the nurse.

the power went out real fast.

oh NAH.

"jah, you okay?" i heard stokeley call out, then a loud ass scream.

bitch, fuck my sore throat.

"s-stoke?" i coughed, getting off the bed, unconnecting the tubes attached on me.

somebody gripped my neck, slamming me against the wall.

i have a few questions for heaven.
are there angel niggas?

the lights flicked back on, and i looked up real quick.

there stood a bloody omar, i mean bulldog, smiling hard as hell.

i mushed his face, screaming loud as fuck.

nobody bout to kill me right now. i ain't get no dick yet.

he continued choking me, and i scratched his face.

my eyes began to droop, and there was no stokeley in the room. or gazzy.

i was slammed to the ground, my face hitting the hard cold floor.

"you thought you was finna live, huh bitch?" omar laughed, comtinuing to hit my head on the floor.

the recovering wound in my head burst back open, bleeding everywhere.

my eyes drooped some more and if he slammed me to the ground one more time, i was gonna faint.

i tried kicking him but i couldn't feel my legs at all. it was like i was paralyzed.

i tried screaming again but nothing came out.

"i-i h-hope you g-get f-finessed i-in y-your
b-booty h-hole." i spat/stuttered.

everything was pitch black after that.

- the fbi (a classmate) found my wattpad account .

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