Chapter Thirty-Six

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Ayva's POV:

"I can not take another minute in this house

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"I can not take another minute in this house." Trina whined as she hit the pillow in a slump.

She was right It was boring as hell and I think we both were sick of Mike in this short amount of Time.

Thank God The nigga had fallen asleep on the couch while talking about why he started collecting his frightening ass porcelain dolls. It gave us ample time to get away.

Let me tell you, Weird as shit.

"We've only been here for a day." I say with a sigh. I stare at my phone waiting for my phone to light up with a notification or even a phone call from King. Shit, from any of them at this point.

Unfortunately, I got nothing.

Trina stared at the ceiling as I constantly looked at my phone every two seconds.

"He's not gonna call any sooner just because you stare at your phone, Ayva." Trina says.

I bite my lip with concern. "But he hasn't called me." I get up from the bed as I ambled the carpeted floors. Trying to calm myself.

"You know what?" Trina sprang up. "The night is still young, let's go for a ride." She grabbed my car keys off the dresser dangling them.

This heffa was always trying to get me into something.

"I don't know." I start. "Joy riding in New Jersey?" I scrunch my nose up with a slight smile.

"Hell fucking yes.!" Trina laughs.

I pause weighing the pros and cons . The pros definitely doing the outweighing. Plus I was tired of being worried sick. I needed a distraction.

Fuck it.

"Alright, we gotta sneak past Mike first." I laugh taking my keys from Trina.

"That'll be easy." Trina gleamed big.

We tiptoed out to the living room hearing mike snoring obnoxiously. He didn't move a smidge so we quietly turned the door knob. But just like that he woke up.

"Whoa, hey. Where are you two going ?" Mike wiped his eyes looking sternly.

"Oh.. no where. Just outside for full moon meditation." I smile hiding my keys behind my back.

Lying my black ass smooth the fuck off.

"Moon meditation?" Mike raised his eyebrow, Definitely not buying into my bullshit.

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