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"You're makin' a deal with the devil."
Venus DiLaurentis (aka Star) lives a life hidden by her overly religious father. Whereas her long time relationship with the drug dealer Michael has always been strong, it causes some un...
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ℑ 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶
"I know you're in here." The man said. She didn't even recognize his voice. She gripped the remote in her hand. "Who is it?" She asked and he didn't answer for a few moments before finally speaking
"It's about your father. I work for him. I got somethin' to tell you."
Venus~
I stared blankly at the TV, which just showed some tacky 1960s sitcom. I began to doze off a little but kept waking back up once I felt the vibration of my phone continuously going off every few minutes. It was Zay, a guy I met a few days ago. I'm taking a liking to him and I'm not surprised Michael was jealous
I may not seem like myself but the main reason I'm out "boy hunting" is because I've been trying to get distracted:
I furrowed my brows at the man and squinted my eyes, opening the door wider after peeking through the peephole for some time. My hands were almost shaking. I was anxious. I was already worrying about enough. I didn't need this.
"What about my father?" I asked while I cracked the door open just a tad. The man folded his hands in front of him. "He's behind some things going on around here." He vaguely said
I began to get annoyed. "Like what?" I asked
"I can't reveal too much, but all you need to do is watch your back, and it's not a threat."
I raised my brow at him and immediately started to think. How the hell wouldn't I take that as a threat? "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "Him and his "men" are after me?"
"Your dad's not who you think he really is."
"My dad's a bad preacher." I rolled my eyes. "He killed my mama just for the sake of an affair."
He nodded. "I know that much." He shrugged. "But he's also behind some dangerous activities that I can't get too deep into right now. I'm telling you think so you can protect yourself. He'll really stop at nothing."
I listened closely to his words. He made it seem like my dead was some mastermind to a terrorist attack about to happen. Like he's extremely dangerous. "I ain't afraid of him." I replied. But really I'm not too sure now.
I haven't heard from Carolina, or anyone that knew my dad as of now. I haven't gone back home, and I've been pretty distracted and "happy" in a good way since leaving.
