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Seven waited anxiously in the waiting room of the station.
This was all a lot for her, and she didn't even know how to feel. Now she had no were to stay, and no place to go. But she still wanted to see how Stokeley was, after all he did fight for her.
"Seven." she looked the direction, shooting up when she saw him. "Stokeley" She called, running towards him, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her neck, holding onto her.
She gripped onto his arms, scanning him "You okay, are you hurt?" She asked, in a panic. He shook his head no, "But that Dorito nigga is" he laughed. Seven, pushed his shoulder "That's not funny." She groaned.
He apologised, and she nodded his head.
They made their way out the station. It was raining heavily, and it was dark and miserable. The both of them walked up the road towards their work place, about to get the things that Stokeley left.
They were lucky that their boss was never in, and there weren't any cameras in the system, so chances of Stokeley getting into trouble were nonexistent.
"Why would fight him Stokeley? I told you to stay away from him." Seven huffed, leaning against the restaurant window. Stokeley shot his eyes at her, ignoring her question.
If he thought Stokeley was actually going to listen to that, she had the wrong person. He wasn't like the rest, and she's yet to understand that. He's about 'that life', more than Diego was.
He's robbed, he's sold drugs, he's killed.
Seven repeated herself "Stokeley answer me"
He stepped close to her "What? I fought him, and? The nigga deserved the shit, he needed his ass beat. When are you going to realise, that he doesn't love you Seven." He groaned irritated.
Seven squinted at him in anger "That doesn't give you the right to hurt him, Stokeley! Yeah, I know he may not care as much as me, you've made your fucking point, but I still fucking love him!" She yelled.
"If you love him, let him the fuck go. It's clear that you love him more than you love yourself, but that doesn't make it right. You're killing yourself Seven, can't you fuckin' see that?"
Seven chased her fingers through her braids, stepping down from her tip toes. She folded her arms, and looked away from Stokeley, still standing close to him.
