Twisted individuals

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Still , sitting on the bed with my knife in my left gun in my right . What has my husband gotten me into strange men in my house, now on our vacation we are surrounded by killers whoa . If I didn't introduce myself I am chocolate. I own my own business aside of me, is my husband J also owns his own businesses ,To my former knowledge he owns a well affordable clothing store in addition a few expensive ones . Three  strange men showed up  at our door we killed two of them,  before they killed us now. We are about to leave, J's hands are shaking with anger because I know he knows we in trouble . 10 & Ken are Like our brothers . What's really going on . Now before y'all think I'm judging my husband I'm not perfect either                                                       
We all have our flaws that we learn from and   we move forward but once loyalty is tested things shift for the betterment or worse . you either choose to stick it out or leave , I stay every time. We have a great life this is   just another test . I guess we all have a past that people  don't know about .

Meanwhile J finished packing our bags , damn I'm hoping this is just a whole mix up !
he tucked his gun under his shirt and sat my knife on the bed . I walk to my dresser and grabbed some pants and skin tight long sleeve turtle neck . Tucked my shirt in , threw my coat on and slipped my gloves on . Walk to my beautiful indoor closet . Gold and black doors with a trim of marble grey . I collect my black boots from rue 21 . I love deals don't be "BOUJEE" . I walk out place my knife in my left boot , gun on my right hip. Grab my Bag off the bed where J placed it . We cleaned our hands . J scrubs his face blood splattered all Over our Marble sink. We began to walk out the door, of course not without our dear Friend ''rasta man''.
Stepping over the dead bodies  .

We walked to one of our black unmarked trucks  put the dude in the back ,
J open the door for me and j got into the front seat . We drove off . We decided to switch cars because it was spacious and unmarked .

How can I tell her I use her as cover up. (As J think to himself  ) .

So are you going to tell me or what ? I spat . Meanwhile J looking at me all goofy, as we drive away in our unmarked car .  [J] I stared at my wife as the sun shine from the early morning sky on her beautiful brown skin , I look at her "what's up chocolate" . My deep voice always made her shiver now she ain't stunting me . I raise my eyebrow, rub my chin . I grab her hand and caressing her wondering if I should tell her the truth. 
She stared at the window . "BABY!!!".. she screamed LOOK! .. it was like slow motion. A black suv speeding directly towards us .

 Now

all I see is her hair flowing gently in the wind , glass shattering across her now  bruised face still the most prettiest girl I've ever seen . I couldn't fathom telling her the truth , with the business with the  women , with her best-friend. JAYYYY, she says .. coming out of my thoughts I began to wonder . HOW THE FUCK , we gone get outta here . The car is flip on its side I'm slowly losing grip on reality  blinking slowly trying to focus smoke everywhere and blood leaking, 3 men hop out the car and walked towards us . Before you knew it we we're out cold . 

[Chocolate] Now i am getting dragged out of a car with a bag over my head its small holes that I can see out of I see the name on the building , As we entered the fountain inn hotel we walked thru a tunnel underground against my will I keep struggling but its no use ,  As I'm getting dragged up the hallway I see flashes of light through the black bag, that is place over my head . Slight headache from the crash I am starting to realize I'm away  from my husband I began to scream J!

"Missy Lady I'll Tell Ya Like This" I'll never slap a women but ya voice is annoying .

 
J gone I ain't gone bullshit you.


My heart dropped...


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