alaina
"alright, guys-" i cut myself off to see guns to my friends head.
"so, you think it's cool to steal from my store?" the boy with the black and blonde hair pointed a gun to my chest.
"w-what?" i stuttered.
he lightly laughed before pulling my hair, "you could've just worked for my money, bitch. but you got more fight in you than i thought."
i bit my lip in fear. if i die, one of y'all bitches out there tell my sister i love her.
"i-i-i swear-"
"you swear what?" he gripped my hair harder. "i s-swear i'll p-pay you back." i whimpered.
he let my hair go and laughed, "oh, that's the problem. i won't kill you. but you bitches have to do a job for me."
"w-wait. job-"
"job, or i can kill you bitches and laugh about it." he said.
i looked at bri and leona they were nodding to do some job that can put us in jail.
"o-ok." i stuttered.
"that's good. but let me tell you," he whispered in my ear, "if you think about stealing from me again, i'll just kill you."
he left with his friends, leaving a bruise on all of us. god, did those hurt.
"oh, my god. we could've died!" leona cried with bri.
"but, we didn't. cause i'm smart." i arrogantly said.
leona scoffed, "if you didn't agree to the job, we would be dead."
"but i agreed to do the job. i basically saved y'all." i said flipping my hair.
i'm just trying to be cool in a bad situation.
