TRIPLETS {A THUG LOVE STORY}

Chapter 16

MARIANNA'S POV

I really didn't think I would be here anytime soon but here I am one day after I said I wasn't coming back to Tyler. It was weird sleeping next to him because he suddenly didn't like his couch anymore. I had curled up on one end of the bed and faced the opposite direction. It would be easier if he just allowed me to move into another room. But no, I have to do what he want.

But, there wasn't a real reason why I had to. He does things without my consent and things could go the other way too. I agreed with my idea and went upstairs to clear out my stuff-which wasn't really much. He could talk all the shit he wants when he came home but I wasn't gonna go back on my decision.

I began with filling one one with as many hangers and clothes as I could. With the other I went down the halls looking for a room which wasn't occupied. There was more than I expected and some which I did. Like, I didn't even know that there was a game room here but there was and it was magnificent. It was like an arcade, a mini Dave and Buster's. Another unexpected room was a walk in closet. Only with a bit of jealousy, I wondered what type of guy needs all these things.

I rolled my eyes and closed the room door and went to the next one. But, this one was jammed. I struggled with it for a moment, but after putting the bags on the floor and pushing, and twisting, and turning, it opened and I stumbled over. But when I finally did get to see the inside it was filled with white crystal powders in plastic ziplock bags, all lined up on the walls, with guns of all sizes. My eyes widened in surprise and I certainly couldn't think of anything to say. This room seemed like the abode of a demented person.

I stepped in slowly and observe the room,taken by surprise of all of its contents. I would have never expected this, yes he was crazy but a drug addict, a drug lord even. Oh my goodness! It was all too much. As I stepped in further I noticed a whole bunch of bags of weed also lined up against the wall with the guns.

But, a part of me knew that this all made sense. The reason why he was filthy rich, I couldn't have expected him to be an entrepreneur or anything like that. He was the type of person that my dad warned me about, you know before he went all crazy in the head. He said that he used to be involved with people like this but he quickly got off the game before it got any worse, he could have gotten killed, which by now I would have maybe liked.

"What the hell are you doing here" A deep voice shouted at me.

He caught me by suprise but I quickly turned around. Tyrone stood at the headboard and watched with an angry, disgusted face. But, honestly, I wasn't really concerned about what he had to say I was more concerned about what I needed to know. These people had a drug room hidden inside their house and they acted as if it was no problem. They didn't even bother to lock the door or even have a key for it they just jammed it! What kind of person does that?

"What is this place and who is it for?" I said with just as much anger.

"what I don't get is why the hell you here and why are you still here" he said through gritted teeth.

"what kind of people are you guys" I yelled " you have a fucking room filled with drugs and you're not afraid about what I'm going to say!" I could shut my mouth just as I realized what I've said. These people were drug dealers and if they knew I had even the slightest thought about telling someone, I don't know what my fate would be.

"well, are you?" He asked calmly.

I thought carefully about what I was going to say next because I knew if I said the wrong thing, the wrong thing will happen.

"I'm- uhh ,no sorry" I stuttered. I kept my eyes on the floor and avoided eye contact. I really wasn't planning on telling anybody but it was pretty much a threat for leaving the room in open like this. I felt his eyes on me but he wasn't really saying anything so I tried making my way out of the door. I thought I was out safe until I felt his hand wrapped tightly around my waist. I began screaming and kicking his stomach when he threw me over his shoulders.