𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀

𝙼𝚢𝚕𝚊 "𝙼𝚢" 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚎
𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜, 𝙾𝙷 ー 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆

I stood on the doorstep of my brother's house. He lived in a...quiet neighborhood you could say. It wasn't really a neighborhood though.

The houses were pretty spaced out.

"Wassup Lil sis." He smirked at me once the door was fully open. I simply waved at him and walked inside.

The smell of weed hit me in my face hard. The house was foggy as hell you could barely see.

"Damn you can't speak?" He raised his eyebrow.

Me and my brother didn't really get along I guess you could say. He was 21 years old. He was light skin as hell, facial hair, and he had a few tattoos.

He never had trouble getting bitches. I wouldn't be surprised if he had some in his house right now.

We shared the same dad but different moms. My mom made our dad disown him a few years back but he still secretly sent him money.

"I can speak I just chose not to," I mumbled, he led me to the living room where 3 other dudes were sitting.

His homeboys.

"Wassup Lil Ace" JT lazily said. He was high out of his mind.

My face scrunched up at the nickname. " Don't call me that."

"You can choose any room upstairs." Ace, my brother, announced to me while starting another rotation.

I nodded slightly, walking up the stairs. Once I finished the business I had in Chicago the plan was for me to move here with him.

There was no reason for me to stay in Chicago. My boyfriend lived here, my parents didn't give a fuck about me when Tink find out everything she wouldn't be my friend anymore so why not?

I had to be one step ahead of her because when she finds out she not about to beat my ass and give me a whole new makeover. I liked my pretty face.

It wasn't my fault. I never wanted any of this to happen but I had to. What else could I have done to stop this? Nothing!

Hopefully, she could forgive me or at least understand that I'm doing this for her! No one was supposed to get hurt. I promise!

Sighing hard I walked through the hallways of the large house until I found a room that fit me.

If I was going to be living here for a while I had to make this room feel like home.

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"Wassup with you?" Nic sat at the end of my bed, watching me unpack my clothes. Usually, he would be downstairs with my brother smoking but here he is with me.

"Nothing..." I mumbled, walking between his legs and he pecked my lips.

"You not feeling guilty are you?" He raised his eyebrow at me. I simply looked away causing him to grab my chin and make me look at him. "She deserves this, Myla. You know that right? Don't back out or feel guilty for anything we doing alright?" I nodded slightly.

He let my chin go and I started back folding my clothes.

"You just have to do yo part then Ace and I will finish it off." He finished off and walked out of my room.

Everything about this plan was screaming FAIL. I didn't understand why they need me for this. They could use Deontae or someone-. Shit.Shit.Shit.

"What are we going to do about Deontae?" I stood in the doorframe of the living room. All the guys looked at me before shrugging. This was all so messy.

"Tink is moving to Atlanta after graduation. Deontae will be in Chicago he can't protect her Myla." Nic blew smoke from his nose as he spoke. He seemed too relaxed and positive that everything was going to go as planned.

"Is this the first time you've done something like this before?" My voice came out shaky. What the fuck?

His jaw clenched slightly as he walked towards me, getting in my face. "I think you should stop asking questions if I were you." He smirked, staring in my eyes. I stared back in his eyes feeling my heart start to race.

"But you're not me," I mumbled. Say it with yo chest Myla! My conscience was hitting her chest which would have made me laugh if I didn't have a hothead with an itching trigger finger standing in front of me.

You'd think my brother would have stopped him or at least told him to chill out but he doesn't give a fuck about me. If Nic was bold he could snap my neck right now and Ace wouldn't do a bitch ass thing.

"Yall sure we need her?" He continued to stare at me when he spoke to the boys.

My eyes scanned over the boys and all they did was shrug. Welp that's it.

I closed my eyes, sending a quick prayer to God asking for forgiveness because I just knew I wouldn't last in hell.

As my eyes slowly peeled open my ears started to fill with the sound of laughter. They were laughing at me. Wouldn't be funny if I went to 12 and told them everything. I smirked at the image of all of them being shoved and beaten by the police. Too bad I'm not a snitch.

➹

I whined slightly, feeling the sun peek from the blind and into my eyes. Today I had to head back to Chicago to finish packing all of my things then say goodbye to my parents. Tink told me I could stay at her place till graduation day.

Once I finished my morning routine I sat in my bed and clicked facetime icon to call Tink. After a few rings she finally answered.

"Goodmorning bitch! Rise and shine!" I smiled in the camera causing her to groan loud before propping her phone up. She was finishing her morning routine.

"Ain't no fucking good morning. Girl tell me why Deontae here and Nic is nowhere to be found. I'm so irritated right now." She rolled her eyes and switched locations.

"Why he there?" My face scrunched up as I turned the volume up to hear her better. She propped her phone up and from what I could see she was in the kitchen.

"He talm about Nic told him to ride with me instead." Tink sighed before looking off past the phone and she bucked.

"Fuck you looking at pussy?" She bucked again at I'm guessing Deontae. They would be cute if he wasn't a hoe and she wasn't such a stupid bitch. My conscience rolled her eyes.

"Yo punk ass." I heard his deep voice and knowing him he probably bucked back at her. Both of them were hotheads that's also a problem.

"Hold on Myla let me call you back." Before I could protest against her statement the call ended. I wasn't tripping though because I knew she would just tell me later.

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Published: April 9, 2020