***Angel's POV***
Today was currently Zoe's big moving day. She had already shipped all her shit out to Detroit, and now she was just about to board her plane. I drove her to the airport but obviously I had to stay in the car so neither of us would get mobbed. I pulled up to the terminal and she turned to me with tears in her eyes.
"I'm gonna miss you so fuckin' much!" She threw her arms around my neck and I hugged her back as tight as I could.
"No ya not!" I said in between my own tears. "You're gonna go to Detroit, live with your wonderful boyfriend, and create an amazing life together." She nodded against my shoulder. "But you're gonna come back all the time because we Brooklyn bitches for life." We both let out little giggles.
"Are you ever gonna move?" She pulled away from me and wiped at her tears.
"To Detroit?" I asked wiping at mine.
"Yeah."
I shrugged. "Maybe one day, but not soon. I got so much shit goin' on here, y'know?"
She nodded. "I know. I just don't know what I'm gonna do without my best friend in a brand new city."
"You'll be fine, baby girl. I promise." I pulled her into another hug and kissed her head. "Now get goin' before you miss your flight!" I released her and she let out a light laugh.
"Okay. I love you so much!" She grabbed her purse off of the floor of my car.
"I love you more! Call me when you land!"
She opened the door and climbed out of the car. "I will! Drive safe!" She shut the door and waved at me and I waved back. I sat in my car and watched her walk through the sliding doors of the airport and more tears started rolling down my cheeks. She had been my absolute fuckin' rock for so many years, and now she was gone. I couldn't believe how much shit had changed, and that she was actually moving. It felt so surreal. I never thought I would see the day where one of us moves, it was just never a thought it my mind.
After she got out of my view, I put the car in drive and made my way back to my house. I kept crying as I drove back home, but the longer I sat in traffic, the more they dried up. As I was driving home, my cellphone started ringing in my purse. I fished through the black hole of pointless shit until I found it. I flipped it open and saw it was Marshall calling. I smiled to myself knowing he was exactly the person I needed to talk to to make myself feel better.
"Hey baby." I answered sweetly.
"Ya wanna fuckin' explain to me why the fuck I'm lookin' at naked fuckin' pictures of you and Prodigy right now?!" Marshall yelled through the phone.
I shook my head. "I- what? What are ya talkin' 'bout?"
"Ya know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout bitch! They're dated from last fuckin' month! Don't act fuckin' dumb!"
I kept wracking my brain for what the hell we could be talking about, until it hit me. No, there's no way. Prodigy would never release those. I started stuttering. "I-I-"
"I-I-" Marshall mocked my stuttering. "GIMME A FUCKIN' ANSWER ANGEL!" He screamed.
"Marshall I don't know what to say! Where did you-"
"DID YA FUCK HIM LAST MONTH OR NOT?!" I paused not wanting to answer. "YES OR NO BITCH?!"
I felt my eyes start to well up for the second time today. "Yes! But Marshall were not even together, you're still marri-"
"I AIN'T WANNA FUCKIN' HEAR IT SLUT! You were always a dirty fuckin' bitch! Rot in hell, whore!" The line went dead and my tears were fully streaming down my face now. I quickly pulled into a gas station since I almost couldn't see from all my tears and just kept crying until I could collect myself enough to call Charmin and ask her what the fuck was going on.
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