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Chapter EIGHTEEN - Bad Vibes

Chapter EIGHTEEN

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Andre

I sat inside of an unknown place with my hands tied behind my back firmly. There was nothing I could do, but sit here and wait for my fate to be brought upon me. My stomach was touching my back from hunger, my wrists were sore and aching, and my fucking head was pounding from the moldy smell of this place. I don't know how long I've been in this same spot, but it felt like forever. My bones were cramping up and it was becoming painful.

I couldn't help but to keep thinking about Aliyah and Armani. I didn't even know where Aliyah was right now, she'd been taken somewhere not long ago before I was knocked out again. My daughter and my future wife were the only 2 people on my mind as I sat down here with my head slumped, trying to think positive in this situation. I was praying to God that he spared us once again. I knew Trent was out doing everything in his power to find me and Aliyah, so all I could do was wait.

My mind was fucked up from being here. I'd once again failed to protect my family and it was eating away at me. My father always told me to face my problems and not back down, but my family was getting too deep into this mess. It wasn't even business, it had become personal the second my girl was shot at in a store. That day I knew my past was catching up to me. That same night I had gotten into one of the biggest arguments of our relationship. As I sat here, I couldn't help but to think back to what happened, and how I fucked up that morning.

I quickly shook the unwanted memories from my mind and tried my best to shake the bandana off of my eyes. I tried pushing the tape off with my tongue, working my lips, everything, but none of it worked. This shit was getting real annoying and aggravating. If they were going to kill us, they could have done that shit already. I just wanted to get home to my daughter, and leave all of this drug shit alone. I had way more than enough money to leave, but it was easier said than done.

The sound of a door opening altered my thoughts completely. I heard the clicking of heels until they were right in front of me. Before I knew it, the tape was ripped from my mouth and the bandana was taken from my eyes. I blinked a couple of times so my eyes could adjust to the light, and then they focused on the bitch that ruined my whole damn life, Taylor.

"Look, Quan has finally left me here alone, so I got you something to eat. I'm sorry for leaving you to starve baby, but he'd kill me if he found out. I got your favorite from McDonalds, everything just how you like it. Yup, I remember from way back then. How could I ever forget?" she said rambling on and on as I mugged the shit out of her without saying a word. I wanted to kill this bitch right now with my bare hands. Only if she knew how much I hated her.

"Has Aliyah eaten?" I asked as my voice croaked. I hadn't spoken in damn near forever, so my voice was weak and my throat was dry. She noticed and stuck the drink up to my lips. I was about to protest, but then went ahead and drank it. I released when I was done and she placed the top back on the bottled drink and sat it aside.

"Nope, that bitch deserves to starve. I only care about you, I got you food because I don't want you to die from starvation, so eat up baby boy." she grinned and I frowned and kicked the bag away from me. I could still feel the gash in the back of my head from where I'd been hit with the gun multiple times. I was a man about it, but if I make it home, my moms would definitely have to take a look at these wounds.

"Keep disrespecting my girl and I swear once I get loose, you won't live to see another hour, I promise you that. As for eating, I'll pass. If my girl can't eat, I can't either. You might as well put my shit back on to save your self the heart break. I don't know how many times I got to tell you that I don't fucking want your crazy ass, and that's final. The girl that I'm with has my child , my trust, my loyalty, and my heart. No matter what happens, its hers, so you need to back the fuck off, damn." I damn near yelled until I noticed the tears streaming down her face. I didn't even give a fuck about it, she brought this on her self.