𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜

𝚃 𝙷 𝙸 𝚁 𝚈 𝚃 • 𝙵 𝙾 𝚄 𝚁 (𝟸)

𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙋𝙤𝙫

"QUENCY!!" I screamed at her sleeping figure and shook her shoulders to get her to wake up. When she didn't budge, I covered her mouth and pinched the bridge of her nose to close her airways. Seconds later, she jumped awake gasping for air. I let out a sigh of relief. She sat up, looking around frantically then she looked at her hands.

"Hey, I'm right here baby." I grabbed her hands trying to comfort her. She looked at me with tears in her eyes then suddenly hugged around my neck with a vice grip. I returned the hug and rubbed soothing circles in her back.

"Thank God. Thank you God. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you, Pieree. I love you so so so much. Please, don't you ever leave me like that again." She said in between hysterical cries as she continued to hug my neck so tight, I was damn near suffocating.

"I'm right here baby and I'm not going anywhere. I love you too." I gave her a few more minutes to collect herself before pulling back to look at her face.

"What was the dream about? You was screamin my name and cryin in yo sleep, and you are hella sweaty." I spoke as I grabbed the rim of her shirt and lifted it over her head, taking it off. I looked into her blood shot red eyes trying to calm her all the way down. She wiped her eyes that still had more tears spilling.

"I— I thought I lost you. I woke up out of my sleep and looked around for you in the restroom but when I went inside..." She hesitated and swallowed thickly.

"You where in the tub and the tub was full of bloody water. You were bleeding real bad due to a bullet wound and there was a gun with a bloody hand print on the side of the tub. I got in the tub with you to pull you out and I put you on the ground to stop the bleeding with my shirt. I tried giving you CPR and mouth to mouth but you just wouldn't wake up Ree. So, I... I turned the gun on myself and pulled the trigger..... I'm so sorry."

She put her head in her hands and cried further. I pulled her into me again and let her cry it out on my shoulder. I listened to her cries until she eventually fell back to sleep. I tried to move so she could lay down but her grip just got tighter. I sighed and just stayed resting against the headboard.

I looked down at her face and her eyebrows were connected in a frown. I smiled at how cute she looked even with dry white tear streaks and a mug on her face. I wonder what made her dream of that horrible shit because I would never hurt myself like that.

If I did, it would be because something drastic happened. I mean, when I lost my mom I thought about it but I didn't because I would be leaving my brother on his own and I couldn't bring myself to do that to him. Other than that, I would never. Somebody would have had to kill me instead. If I ever lost Quency the way she lost me in her dream, I probably would've done the same exact thing to be honest.

𝙍𝙖𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙤𝙫

I shook this nigga hand and looked him in the eyes as I gave him my word. I got this nigga thinking that I'm really gone have his back with this run we doing. I'm really good at this acting shit if I may say so myself because I definitely got this dumb ass niggas trust.

He let my hand go and we left the bosses office. I walked out of the trap and down the street until I got to the corner store. I bought a couple grams of weed, sliding him the money through a quick handshake. I continued down the street for a while until I got to my crib. I went in, plopped down on the couch, turned on my music, and rolled up.