shawty in love. [playboi carti]

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A/N: before we began i'll just like to say ... um this chapter is goin gto contain a series of rape and incest. this story is about to get fucked up reallll quick. im sorry for being so blunt about this subject but continue at your own risk. 

me and brittany were getting shown around campus by a fellow student since we didnt have the time to do it on our own. okay maybe we did have time, we was just too lazy to even come up here.

i was already losing stamina as i began to feel tired and my limbs felt weak. i felt myself becoming sick as i was going in and out of sight, not being able to see very clearly. having asthma is really a curse.

i didnt feel as though i was gonna pass out but i felt something bad coming. i asked the fellow student, bailey where the restroom was and she pointed towards the end of the hall and i took off.

that might've been the fastest ive ever ran to a bathroom. wait no, maybe the time i had chilli dogs for dinner in the fifth grade. Brittany laughed when i came out the bathroom with shit running down my leg. good times man.

anyway, i was on my way to the restroom when i got stopped by some type of hospital authority.

"ma'am arent you supposed to be in class?"
he asked mighty seductively, which made me cringe. i didnt know what had gotten into me but i was not enjoying the feeling of it. and he also looked familiar so if something were to happen, i wouldn't want it to be with someone i could possibly know.

he looked at my student badge that ran across my plump breast and touched it lightly.

"destiny, huh? nice name."

"uh yeah I gotta go." i hurried along to the restrooms before anything else stopped me in my tracks.

i finally made it to my destination and threw my head over to toilet that was probably covered in all types of bacteria. i could care less i was sick.

i tried holding my hair back but it failed and it only resulted in my curly hair flopping into the toilet, making whatever i threw up fly in my face.

disgusting i tell you.

i gagged even more and resumed vomiting. i hated every second of it. brittany later found me, of course, she might've followed all the noise i was making.

we got myself cleaned up as she yelled for a doctor or something to help me.

the doctor asked me a series of questions,ya know, normal things; do you smoke, have you had sex in the past week or two, are you pregnant, what food you consume on the daily, those things.

"alcohol consumption in the past two days? if so, how much?"

"last night actually." i said nervous but honestly. nervous because it was the same guy from earlier and honest because i knew i was wrong for getting fucked up.

"you know..." he started, putting down his clip board. "you cant be smoking and drinking recklessly babygirl, you do know youre studying to work at this hospital right? if you cant be responsible then you wont be able to get a job here, thats if you graduate."

i could've sworn i saw a French braid or two hang from his hospital cap he was wearing. or i couldve been tripping from the medicine he gave me before he had me sit down in the cold room... and with the doors locked?

"so we meet again..sis."