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THIRTY THREE

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𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊.
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police sirens blared outside the hospital building.

"i'll fucking kill you!" cleo was held back by the police, trying to get at gazzy.

omar was nowhere to be found.

i'll find him tho.

i'll torture the fuck outta him untill he begs to die.

jahseh was currently in the er, getting mutiple surgerys done on him.

the big gash on the side of his head was re-opened wnd even worse.

the cops gave me jahseh's phone; and i sent so many threats to omar.

: i'll shove your guts down your throat .
: i'll cut your fingers off and feed them to you.

sicko : i'll like to see your fatass try.

i didn't even have time to threaten him even more; by tomorrow morning he'll be long gone, burning in hell with uzi.

it wasn't even rage; i was on full physco mode.

cleo was now being uncuffed; also gazzy.

i continuing pacing back and forth, biting my nails horrendously.

people had their eyes stuck on me or the scene.

"what the fuck y'all bitchasses staring at?!" cleo screamed out the window of police car; her face was red as fuck.

people turned around; mumbling smart shit under their breath.

my left hand shook rapidly and my pacing sped up. i almost fell.

god, i know we don't talk much but please let jah be okay.

jahseh's phone dung loudly and i didn't waste any time pulling it out my pocket.

sicko : when jah dies, you can come back and get this work ;)

- i like how i wanna punch omar in his shit irl but i gotta remind myself that this is just a book. :3
y'all probably never getting any long chapters from me ily tho