Damn, I shot him. I can't believe I shot my fucking boyfriend, I didn't mean to... It was an accident, I was angry, hurt, confused... He was cheating and I just pulled the trigger... Shit! Fuck! Think Ashanti, think.. What am I going to do? Shit I did the only thing I know.. I ran, packed my shit and left never looking back. I packed as many cloths as I could in the short time frame I had. I jumped into my BMW black on black and speed off. I went the the nearest ATM and emptied all the accounts. I had to get away and fast. I had to leave Brooklyn, and go where I don't know just away,.. Away from the pain, away from the lies, hell away from murder. I just had to get away from it all if I planned to survive after this. You see Chance was this big time drug dealer and if his people found out what I've done I'm just as dead as him. No questions asked, on sight because that's just the way they got down. So I have to be long gone by sunrise.
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