I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

Kidnap

A Bryson Tiller imagine.

Y'all do me a favor and stay safe out there. Every single one of you. ❤️😪

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Y/N.

It was a hot summer day in my hood with kids running around, a whole lot of gangsters gambling and ruffling each other up here and there, but nothing I feared. I was used to this so I just minded my business.

The sun was almost setting, yet you couldn't tell because of how hot it was and all the activities that partook. I decided to get out of the house just to take a walk and catch a breather from all that studying.

I walked a couple of blocks from mine, enjoying the cool breeze and golden hour, with a watermelon slushee in my hand.

After about an hour, I was in a block that I wasn't exactly familiar with but I could map myself around. It was much quieter with a few people casually passing here and there.

A black car suddenly turned into the street I was walking on but I paid it no mind. I continued walking as I slurped on the watermelon beverage and I noticed how slow the car was driving. It was a safe distance from me but also too close for my liking. I stopped and pretended to be fixing my shoe and the car also slowed down.

"Oh my gosh," I said under my breath.

I avoided speed walking as it would raise suspicion and I never looked directly back at it so I'd pretend to be fixing my hair just to catch a glimpse.

Reaching the corner of the street, I turned into the next street going downhill and it was about a 10 minute walk until the end of the street. My heart raced because I knew I couldn't go back home now and I didn't know anyone on this street.

I quickly looked back again and the black Mustang showed itself again. I began panicking and immediately speed walked to maintain a safe distance.

I threw the cup on the ground and started jogging, hearing the car rev up and increase its speed.

There were a couple of guys about a minute away so I ran to them and instantly threw my hands over one of their necks.

He was taken aback by it but quickly wrapped his arms gently around my waist.

"Someone's following me," I panicked as I whispered in his ear in between heavy breaths.

He was with about two other guys and I saw the guns underneath their jackets.

"Aight get inside, quick." He gave me a slight push and I rushed into his house.

I was skeptical about it at first but they looked much safer than the 2 guys in the Mustang.

I gently closed the door and sighed in relief.

Bryson.

"That's probably the car following her," my homie Tyrone signaled at the car coming downhill.

The car stopped by us and the guy opened his window.

"What's good homie? I'm looking for my sister, y'all seen her?" He asked, thinking he was slick.