𝙲 𝚑 𝚒 - 𝚃 𝚘 𝚠 𝚗

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𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 (𝗗𝗶𝗼𝗿) 𝗔𝗰𝗲 𝗝𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 || 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝗜𝗟
𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗲...

"Jamarrr, if yo ass don't come over here in 5 seconds i'm eatin the rest, on fo nem!" I yelled from the kitchen. Not even a second later Jamar came running in and slipped over the oil I put on the floor. "What the fuck.." He said as I was laughing hard asf. I don't think i've ever laughed so hard.

"On bro im boutta beat yo ass-" He tried getting up but fell, his stupid ass grabbed my shirt and we both fell. "Mmcht, you on dirt." "Shut yo captain crunch lookin ass up." He said snatching the rest of the chips I got. "Bitch you look like a damn crackhead you wasp lookin hoe." I said back, "And you a damn t-t-torrilla..naw um-" "T-t-t shut yo ass up can't even talk."

I slapped the back of his head while I struggled to get up and he happily ate the chips like that shit ain phase him, "Now you know that shit hurt sittin there tryna act hard." "Shut up and help me up." I grabbed his hand and suddenly he went from regular Jamar to skinny and sick Jamar. Its like I couldn't even help him up, "Help me up.." He repeated.

"I am..what.." I watched ender his eyes suck in badly and he kept repeating "Help me up Dior, help me." I tried pulling him up but it was like I was too weak..tubes suddenly appeared from under his nose and I felt dizzy. The lights flickered and we were in an old hospital, he continued to repeat himself yet he was crying, "Help me Dior! Why wont you help me!"

"I am, just hold up!" The tubes under his nose got longer and started to strangle him to death as he cried, "Help me!" then everything went black. The lights came back on and I was in a familiar room. A dark bulky figure entered the room and I knew who it was, he didn't say a word but shoved me onto the bed tieing me up and beat me for no reason.

"You ain shit! You never will be shit!" He shouted and let his last hit hurt the most. I could see some blood dripping from my back and I just laid there. He came running back in with a knife and I suddenly jumped up in fear looking around. I looked up to see Egypt looking down on me, "Dior, what the fuck are you ok?"

She placed her hand on my chest and noticed how fast I was breathing and how sweaty I was. "You need some serious therapy Dior, this isn't healthy. I see you do this almost every night, you obviously have ptsd."  I narrowed my eyes at her, "Naw i'm fine go back to sleep." She shook her head and got up going into the kitchen. She came back with a cup of water giving it to me. She crossed her arm making a worried face at me while I drank.

I put the cup down and hugged her waist, "You aint gotta worry bout me i'm coolin', how bout you just be my therapy." I said, "Oh my god, you hella cornyy." She giggled. "Nah fr.." I looked at her but she didn't make eye contact, so I grabbed her neck and started to kiss her. I got on top of her and kissed on her neck and speaking of the devil Boozie and Sosa walked in.

"Aht! Aht!" Sosa said, "Caught ya hoes red handed." I got off of Egypt and stretched as I got up, "I knew ya niggas was fuckin." Boozie said shaking his head. "Bruh, why are yall here." I asked, "Why are we- did you just ask..nigga do you know what time it is!" I checked my phone and it was 12am. "Oh shit.." I watched ass Boozie and Sosa put they ski-masks on.

"Here you might as well come." Boozie threw a pink ski-mask at Egypt's face and she happily ran to go change. While we waited on her to be done she came out with Kyrstal who had on a dark purple ski-mask, and they both had on all black tank tops and tights a black air forces, and had on lashes and gloss, like this was some gang-fashion show. Kyrstal snatched the glock from Boozie and cocked it, "Lets go bitches."
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