In love with a gangsta Quavo Book I & II

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* 6 days & 22 hours *

•y/n's point of view•
he hasn't been home, in 6 days no touring, no interviews no none of that, as I lie here thinking to myself the worst, he's not dead of course not, nothing bad happened he's fine... But what about me it's clear to see that I'm not fine & look at that my depression has kicked right back in, at this moment I realized I'm broken I have no more fight left in me, no anger, no hate, no guilt nothing it was at this moment that I decided to turn off my emotions & build a wall to protect myself because Quavo obviously seems to not give a damn about me, our daughter and most of all this marriage...

|| *gets up * & heads to the bathroom ||

I went inside our bathroom & reached inside one of our drawers searching for all of my strong doses of medication to temporarily put me out of my misery

* medicine bottle 1*
Medication Description:
Propofol 500 m.g ( milligrams)
8 tablets

y/n: * takes & swallows medication 1 by 1 individually *

* medicine bottle 2 *
Medication Description:
Morphine & promethazine
1200 c.c's ( liquid dosage)

y/n: *takes the promethazine*
*injects left arm with morphine* I can't do this anymore, I remember when I tried walking away once before but I couldn't because I convinced myself that I was happy, I'm still happy I'm still the same girl he fell in love with *crying*

* fuzzy vision*  & * dizziness*
y/n *gets in bathtub already halfway filled with  water* * collapses in tub *

• at the Migos Mansion •

Takeoff: unc have you heard from y/n ?

Quavo: nah I only called once but she ain't answer I guess she was busy or whatever

Offset: call her cuz

Quavo: ight I guess