Dopedealers Stories

As the Drone circled overhead I felt as if every labored breath would be my last. I heard the shouts of my pursuers and knew my heart's drum roll would give away my position at any second. Continuing to pump my legs like Pistons was using the last of my reserved energy. I had to stop. I leaned against a tree and watched the razor sharp flashlight beams cut through the dense forest trees looking for their prey. I was their prey, Leavenworth Dangerfield. Knowing I couldn't go much further especially dressed in my now sweat soaked joggers, red shirt, and matching white and red Air Max I had to improvise. Worry the drones' heat sensors will detect me, the keen eye of my pursuers will spot me, or the noses of the canines might smell me, I did the unthinkable. My first step was weak but I quickly found a clumsy uneven stride ready to put my plan into action. Stumbling forward I knew I was getting closer as the dirt under my feet softened into mud. The light from the flashlights behind me reflected off the muddy puddle under a distant tree. With renewed Vigor I made my way over, losing each article of clothing as I Grew closer. Careful not to make any noise, I slithered on my belly through the puddle and painted any Exposed Skin with mud. Once evenly coated I crawled under a nearby Bush and hoped I wouldn't be detected by my pursuers...and then I woke up bewildered and exhausted and in need of a 30 minute shower to get myself together before hitting the block and starting the whole cycle again. I'm Leavenworth Dangerfield and this is my story.

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"Please stop calling me that we are not together anymore". I calmly said. " What u mean yes we are". He said getting angry ". " No we are not I'm tired of u beating me and bring bitches over here to fuck them and then tell me lies". I raise my voice."Bitch who the fuck are you talking to like that motherfucker". He slapped me and then just started beating me. I'm sick ands tired of this I give up on life. On e he got done beating me he spit on me and went to his room. I fuckin hate my life I give up on hope of someone saving me I just give up! Treasure Johnson is now 17. Her parents died on her 13th birthday in a car accident. When they died Treasure and her older sister Tiarra (tee-air-ra) went to go live with their Aunt. After ahwile living with their aunt Treasure met this boy in college and she began having feeling for him and they became one. It was all good the first year but after that Damon had start bringing girls to their house and fucking them right in front of her face. Then when she troied to break up with him he just stars abusing her for small things. Even though she hides the fact that Damon beats her and tries to play it cool Tiarra knows what's up😉 One day Damon brings one of his homeboys August over their house and brags about how he keeps his bitch on check. He even beat her in front of him. At first August left it alone but once he sees that blood is involved he calls the police. ooh what happens next you'll have to see yourself read this book and my other book Shoot Or Die✌✌✌💋❤