I walked up the raggedy steps of Crenshaw projects. Avoiding stepping on needles , crack pipes and fisher price toys.
I went on back into my room stopping at the gruesome sight that took my breath away.
Blood painted and spattered all over the ba...
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I woke up in the middle of the night glancing at my phone seeing it was about 3am. unable to settle my stomach I exhale Sitting up .
I guess I did drink too much.
I pull back the heavy blankets looking over seeing a sleeping King, carefully avoiding making any movements that would wake him.
I quietly made my way downstairs to the fridge cracking open a bottle of Fiji thinking water would help me feel a better.
Boy , was I wrong. .
My stomach flipped something outrageous as I run off to the nearest bathroom throwing up the water i just consumed.
I use the toilet to get back on my feet before flushing it. I rinse my mouth out analyzing my messy ass curls all over my head . I swoop them up in a ponytail . Hearing a light creaking steps
What the fuck ? Now, I wasn't about to be a ditzy white girl and ask who's there, fuck that. I made my way slowly out of the bathroom grabbing a near by vodka bottle off the kitchen counter preparing to use it as a weapon.
Before I could make my way upstairs to wake the others. A low voice behind me rang out "Sweet Dreams, bitch."
Unable to react fast enough a heavy object struck me in the back of the head making my vision blur as I hit the floor hard slipping slowly into unconsciousness. with the sound of gun shots chiming throughout the house. "He said keep the girl but Kill all of them niggas and to save the best for last!" Were the last words I was able to make out. Before drifting off into the darkness of my mind.
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Authors note : I'm sorry for the short chapter lol don't be mad at me ! I'm still coming with updates after this , stay tuned and don't forget to comment and vote xoxoxo
