"Where you going" Bashar asked as I tried getting out the bed. My legs were in so sore, I could barely walk.
"I was suppose to be home last night" I picked up my dress which was ripped.
"You got sweatpants?" Bitch I was about to break down in tears. A bitch was panicking, I didn't even wanna go home, I was tryna live until I was at least 21.
Bashar handed me some sweatpants and one of his hoodies. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my phone and keys.
"Bro i'm bouta get my ass beat" Bashar just sat on the bed looking clueless.
"Imma text you!" I tried hurrying up until I heard voices upstairs. I ran back into his room, this shit was mad embarrassing.
"Your family up there, how imma get out?!"
"Calm down and go through the back door" He got up out of the bed and walked me to the basement door. It was stairs leading to outside. We kissed before I ran outside.
I fell up the stairs trying to run. Bashar stood there laughing, I threw up my middle finger at him before running again.
It was 12 in the morning and I was suppose to be home. Rain was pouring down which made it hard for me to run in slides. I was slipping and sliding, I looked a hot mess.
I got into the car and speed off. I called my mother back and told her I was on my way. She was screaming and shit, making my ears bleed.
It was five minute drive to my house. My heart was beating fast as hell. My whole body was sore. Bashar's sex game was 10/10, now I see why bitches die over dick.
