chap. 2

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• geneva's pov •

I pull the small box from under my bed and pick up a clean blade. I can't do this anymore. And I know it sounds crazy, but inflicting the pain on myself physically temporarily numbs the pain mentally. As the blade is dragging across my wrist I wince at the pain. When I finish, the pain quickly changes into satisfaction and relief. I make about 3 more cuts until I feel better. I go to my bathroom to clean up, and head to sleep. For once I don't dread tomorrow, only because I get to be alone all day. But as it approaches 2 am, my neighborhood gets louder, maybe even a few gunshots here and there. Another night in the Chi, nothing new.

I peer out my window only to see the Fredo, Reese, and their cousin. They are part of BD ( Black Disciples ) aka the most hated gang in Chicago. BD been beefing with GD and it's like every night it's a war zone. The alley by my house is where they shoot countlessly every night. O-block is definitely not for the weak, but i've gotten used to it.

The next day
As soon as I wake up, I look at my phone and I realize it's 12 in the afternoon. I don't know why I got up so late, but I had this terrible feeling something bad was gonna happen. I shook of my thoughts and hopped in the shower. I finished the rest of my routine and went outside to get some food. Walking to my car parked on the side street, I feel a pair of eyes on me. There's no one around but I still feel like i'm being watched. Maybe i'm just overthinking.

• keith's pov •

After what seemed like forever, I saw Geneva come out the house and locked her door. I been outside her house for about 2 hours ready to see where she's going. Ever since I heard Reese talk about "that weird girl" I been watching her. I can't help it. Everything about her is perfect. She's definitely different, nothing like I seen around here. Hoes from the Chi are nasty and have no type of self respect. But there's something about Geneva. I want her. I need her. I crave her. I just have to have her. And I won't stop until she's mine. Whether she wants me or not.

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