As we drive, I can feel my stomach get knots. I don't know where we're going but I kinda don't wanna find out. It's late as fuck and the only place I can think we're going is a club. I'm hoping, that's the safest place for me to be. The more witnesses, the better. Right?
I don't know, I'm just hungry and my body is numb. My feet hurt and my head is pounding. I just wanna sleep, in Skies arms.
"Make a left right here," Jamaal tells the driver.
The driver looks at me though the rear view mirror, I look away. I don't like making eye contact.
"Aight, we here baby girl," Jamaal says, I cringe when he calls me that. I only like it when Skies calls me that. I miss him so much.
"Come on," Jamaal says, grabbing my hair roughly. I get out trying not to stumble, these heels are hard to walk in.
"I'll be right back, Jarrell, watch her," he tells the driver.
Jarrell stands next to me while Jamaal and his lil clique walks away.
"Kimetrius is coming," Jarrell says.
"Yeah right, he doesn't even know where I'm at, I doubt he's even coming," I mumble, losing faith.
"Why you say that?" He asks, I shrug my shoulders.
"Wait, how do you know he's coming?" I ask him.
"Because I'm right here princess."
