"LET ME OUT!" I screamed banging on the door.
"NO!" Trippie yelled back from the other side of the door.
"Trippie imma beatcho ass when I get outta here!"
"X will thank me for keeping you here so he'll protect me." He laughed out.
I looked around the room. I grabbed the lamp on the bedside table and threw it at the door. It shattered everywhere.
"AYE CHILL THE FUCK OUT!" He exclaimed banging on the door.
I looked through the window in the room and I couldn't see anything but the backyard. I ran into the restroom and closed the lid on the toilet, I stepped onto it looking outside through the small window.
I saw Jah, Stoke and Gazzy. I opened it a little so I could hear.
"Listen X, I-I didn't know y'all were dating. I wasn't even in the r-right state of mind. I told you, I was doing some hard drug. You saw me in solitary." Gazzy defended.
Jah turned to Stoke and gave him a smirk.
"Come on Garcia." Jah motioned for Gazzy to follow him onto the road.
Oh god, what is he doing?
Jah takes his shirt off and throws the first punch causing pump to immediately square up.
Neighbors started coming out of their houses to watch what's happening. Some niggas even started recording.
Ski is just hyping Jah up.
"Nigga imma cut you!" Gazzy said holdin a pocket knife.
Jah is gonna get hurt! Fuck!
"Cut me bruh! Do it pussy ass nigga!" Jah yelled back.
"TRIPPIE GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I yelled running into the door with all my strength.
"Kilani! Stop hurting yourself! We're not letting you out until X says." Billie's muffled voice spoke.
(Pretend its daytime and his is how the fight looks. Obviously jah is jah and Pump is the other dude k thanks byeeee.)
I ran back to the window and all I got to see is ski pulling Jah off. Gazzy's face is all bruised and bloody. I couldn't see Jah's face!
Gazzy stepped into his car and drove away. Ski pushed Jah inside.
"JAHSEH!" I yelled at the top of my lungs banging repeatedly on the door.
I was getting so frustrated that I was actually starting to tear up. That's just how I get. I can't fucking help it. It just makes me more fucking angry.
"FUCKING BITCH! GET. ME. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. HERE!" I kicked and kicked the door. Slowly dents started showing.
I heard rapid footsteps coming up the stairs towards the room I was in.
