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𝙏𝘼𝙕𝙀𝙍 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙏𝙃 sliding up Monique's Instagram story, he had been getting new followers by the second and several people asking if she and him were dating. Which they weren't. Not yet.

Moan4Monique's story

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Tazer rolled his eyes, the whole point of them going out of South London was so nobody would know— not that he was embarrassed of her or being around Monique because if they questioned why they were together at 5am in the morning, it would lead to him mentioning he'd been with her since 2, which means mentioning her little.. Issue.

It had been an unspoken thing between them once Monique sobered up, Tazer didn't say anything, she didn't say anything. They just continued like any other day, just their bond was clearly growing stronger. In fact, Tazer had caught himself just staring at Monique. Memorizing her features and committing them to memory, frankly he was embarrassed with himself for acting like some little year 8 with a crush.

Granted, he did have a crush on her in year eight. But she was always around her brother or skreamer— barely glancing at him.

Tazer was cleaning up his room, knowing his grandma would nag at him for the mess, like always. And afterwards he and Monique were going to the skatepark, just them, not the rest of the tower boys.

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"𝙎𝙊 𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙄𝙁 𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙎 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀, but I think it is. But I don't want to embarrass myself if it's just a hangout, " The new blonde ranted to the picture frame of her brother, pacing across the carpet covered floor of her bedroom.

She found it easier to cope with his disappearance if she talked to him as if he was still around, listening and waiting for a chance to give his input and advice but since he wasn't there she had to make up a summary of what she believed he would say.

"You're right, Me and Tazer have been getting closer recently, I just.. I feel like he's seeing me— like before he was seeing Skreamer's best friend or some groupie, but now he's seeing Monique, me, —" she rambled, taking a shirt from her wardrobe and sniffing it, inhaling the floral scent of her freshener.

She threw it on the bed and searched for something to pair with it, "and Tazer... He's cool, maybe I'm a hopeless romantic but ever since he was stabbed I've felt like we have some bond and he calls to me— do I call to him? But also he's my besties brother, not biologically but still. What if Jaheem doesn't approve?"

She went to bite her nails before remembering she had gotten them freshly done so instead of her flimsy natural nails it was a rough, acrylic. "And all that gang violence, it scares me nic, I know you and Craig were in some sort of gang too, but looked how you ended up. One missing the other in jail. "

Craig was her brother's best friend, known on the streets as 'Krazy' he was another brother figure to her, he was more protective than Dominic; any guy that so much as glanced at her often found themselves on the other side of his gun.

Craig would tell her all about the gang he ruled, how he owned the street, how he was taking Tayo under his wing. He was the one who turned Tayo to Tazer.

"I'm going to visit Craig soon, I promise it's just.. I can't look at him in there, treated like some lesser human. He's my big brother just as much as you are and—" her voice hitched, a tell tale sign she'd begin to sob if she didn't stop talking.

So she instead turned to her out for dilemma, she had on a white oversized tee, which had been cut to showcase her midrift and a right white cargo style skirt, however the skatepark wasnt the place for skirts. But Monique hadn't had a chance to dress up in days, of course there we he party but she hadnt really dressed up.

She grabbed her white roller skates and shoved them into her bag, knowing she'd wear Crocs down the stairs.

Her freshly done hair had been hot combed down, the vibrant blonde color  reflecting against her skin color. Monique quickly glosses her lips, grabbing her phone before leaving. She went to open the door only for a pure black figure to open it for her.

"What the fuck—"

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"𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘿, somebody was definitely in here! They opened the door!" She yelled to skreamer and Tazer, having immediately phoned them once the shadowy figure was out of site.

Both Skreamer and Tazer looked at each other, they had searched the whole apartment and found nothing— not even a trace of someone entering or leaving, and they surely didn't want cops poking around their block. "Grab your things, you can come stay with me." Tazer said firmly.

Before Finishing his sentence he was already pulling the duffel bag from her closet out and stashing clothes inside from random drawers, Monique stumbling after him to help. Skreamer just leaned against the doorframe, watching both his best friend and brother move in sync, he was the first to notice the growing bond between them.

He peeped it at the hospital when she took his hand to help calm him, how at peace they had looked while holding each other's hand, and at the park when she defended twosie. The way Tazer seemingly restrained himself just for her sake.

He just wondered how long it would take them to realize and admit that they're perfect for each other, or would they drag out this game of cat and mouse.

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[Monique's fit]

Monique was sure she was losing her mind, she had been mid curling her hair when that same man in all black appeared, well matter of fact he didn't appear, he crawled out from under the bed.

But Monique had quickly realized she was mistaken it wasn't a man in all black, it was a man made of a black sand-smoke substance. And the worst part was it was faceless, yet Monique could feel the dead stare into her eyes.

She should've been scared, should've screamed out for Tazer who was in the room next door, or attempted to use the shank in her trousers on it , unfortunately, she wasn't that smart— or maybe she was.

It was like a tingling sensation, a burst of confidence and an unexplainable urge but she reached towards it. Monique hadn't expected it to reach back, clasping their hands together,

"Who... What.. Are you real?" She fumbled her words, the creature nodded before it dissipated into a black sludge, sinking into the floorboard cracks. Monique shivered in disgust at the substance, turning towards the mirror and screaming.

In the reflection, her eyes were a glowing yellow.