so apparently, i should've spent more time on the introduction bc to someone, it seemed like one of @stokeley 's books. Though, when i read the beginning of hers, they are nothing alike 😗. Besides, this is based off of "pain" on my old acct, so anyways 🤠
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We got to my house, and I picked the girl up, putting her over my shoulder once again. Stokeley held the door for me so i could walk in the house. I took her straight to the extra bedroom, which was on the first floor.
"ayo, who's that?" Donald asked me, following me in to the guest bedroom, along with Stokeley.
"i don't know" I admitted, placing her down on the bed.
"fuck?" Donald asked, looking at Stokeley.
"it's a long story" Stokeley chuckled at him.
"she just got shot...and im tryna help her live?" I said lowly, in a duh tone.
"damn nigga she kind of fine" Donald examined her face.
"kind of?" Stokeley scrunched his face up "you should take advantage of the fact that she's unconscious right now"
I gave him THAT look, and Donald slowly turned to him after realizing what he just said.
"damn, vro. I was just playing" Stokeley raised his eyebrows, putting his hands up in defense, as he walked in to the bathroom to get a first aid kit.
Danny sat beside me on the bed, watching what i was gonna do to her. I was holding the wound on her leg, with my t shirt, that i had just taken off, to restrict her blood loss. Stokeley came in soon after, handing me the basket with a first aid sign on it.
I knew what i had to do would make her uncomfortable, especially since i didn't know this girl. But if she wanted to stay alive, that's what i had to do. I grabbed the rims of her pants, slowly pulling them down, to reveal her almost perfect thighs.
They would be perfect if it wasn't for the open wound.
"damn her body nic-" I cut Stokeley off.
"nigga- she just got shot" I looked at him, annoyed.
"so? her body still fine" Stokeley gushed.
I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing a pair of tweezers. I carefully used them to remove the bullet from her leg. Her body flinched, and she mean mugged, without opening her eyes.
"jah, you like Asians?" Donald asked me curiously.
"why?" I asked him, not wanting to answer the question"
I took a gauze, wrapping it a few times around her thigh. I knew this would hurt her, based on how tight i wrapped it around her. It wouldn't cut off her circulation, but an open wound, to gauze material can hurt sometimes.
"i just wanna know... do you?" Donald looked at me, over my shoulder.
"sure" I said, to get him to leave me alone.
I decided i was done, putting everything back in the first aid kit, and taking it to the bathroom. I washed the blood off of my hands, and returned back in to the guest bedroom.
She looked better now, and i pulled her black leggings up, not wanting her to think she got raped while she was unconscious.
"so we just gonna leave her here?" Stokeley asked me.
"yes, until she's better...and Stokeley?" I turned to him.
