Ride? Or Die?
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"ENOUGHHH!!"
"I can- I can't take it no more.. please. I'm begging you to stop"
"You made a choice when you decided you wanted ME. You knew .. what consequences it came with but you made sure of it.. You made sure of it Chrissy. Now I'm gonna ask you, and Answer wisely ..."
"N-no!, *sobs* Don't make me choo-."
"Are you gonna Ride with me or not !?"
"Or you rather be with them and die ?"
'We'll meet again' is continuing, but what trouble has Frankie got her self into now ? Her choices will either lead to her death or loosing someone she loves..
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