I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore

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a/n: i'm not the type of person to get inspiration from someone and not credit them, so this chapter is inspired by xxxViralNigga

WARNING: THIS WILL HAVE SOME SENSITIVE CONTENT.

these are about to be some shitty chapters.

                           jahseh's p.o.v

i heard shakira's scream on the other end of the phone. my heart dropped to my feet.

"SHAKIRA! WHAT HAPPENED!?" i screamed.

people turned to glare at me.

why does it feel like they're trying to kill me with their eyes?

"shakira is mine now." the familiar voice said and then ended the call.

"FUCK!" i yelled and still got stares.

i walked further away and started cursing again.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" i whisper-yelled to myself as tears started to roll down my cheeks.

i wiped them when i saw familiar faces approach me.

i heard them say

'what the fuck did you do to her'

'you fucked up'

'she loved you'

i even got a punch in my arm.

i deserve it.

but i didn't fuck geneva.

shit, that bitch probably got herpes, chlamydia, aids, or some shit like that.

stanky ass bitch.

i explained to them what just happened and they shed a few tears.

"FUCK CRYING! WE GOTTA FIND HER RIGHT NOW!" danielle screamed.

"PERIODT!" everyone yelled and didn't laugh because we have to have a plan.

we came up with a plan and i called the boys.

"we all know who did it. his ass isn't smart at all so he probably took her to one of his homeboy's or his house." i said.

they all agreed.

"we all know where he lives. we toilet papered his house after he fucked up." ashley said.

they all nodded their heads.

we were currently in the car.

we grabbed our glocks and everything and knocked down his door.

"FUCKING BITCH ASS NXGGA! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GIRL!?" i screamed at the top of my lungs.

bryson faced me and said, "didn't you hear me on the phone? she's my girl, now. she's always been mine and always will be."

i heard a loud scream and cry and ran to where i heard it which was upstairs.

everyone followed and bryson threw a punch at stokeley.

stokeley threw one back and they were on the floor.

there i saw the thing that hurt me the most. it was the image i will never be able to get out of my head.

shakira is tied to a chair with cuts everywhere.

she has slits on her wrists and thighs.

wait.

did bryson do those?

he did.

and it's all my fault.

he just tied her up and threw blows to her face.

no.

if only i was there for her.

if only geneva's bitch ass didn't come into my life.

life would've been so much different.

we all untied her and then she embraced me into a nice, warm hug.

"he raped me." she said and started to cry.

"no. no? no!? FUCKKKK!" i yelled and put my hands in my head.

"he's about to die." i said.

we ran downstairs and we saw bryson on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood.

stokeley was still sending hard blows to his face.

"this is what you get for fucking with shakira. she's like my little sister. pussy ass nxgga." he said and than spat on his face.

i grabbed bryson's wrists and slit them with a razor blade.

"this is what you get for doing those to her." i said.

"what are you doing? i didn't slit her wrists." he said.

i looked at shakira and she looked guilty.

no.

"what do you mean?" i asked him.

"she did those, not me." he said.

"YOU FUCKING LIAR! STOP LYING TO ME!" i yelled at the top of my lungs which caused everyone to jump.

"no." i said and looked at shakira.

we ran outside to leave him to die alone.

everything blacked out and i heard voices.

a/n: i'm sorry if this was too violent for you.

i'm in a group chat with random people and idk what to say. i'm not good at this.

how's your guys' days?

i haven't been myself lately and my life sucks so bad. sometimes i've been thinking about ending it all.

anyway, i have math testing so fml.

drop your ig @ s and i'll follow you

thank you for reading!

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