Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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"Ahhh, it hurts!!" Princess groans, her blood covering my white, tiled bathroom floor.
Squatting down, I try to lift up Princess's blood soaked shirt, but she flinches. Somebody must have been hitting her, I'll make sure to ask her about that later.
"I'm not gone hurt you, Princess."
"Y-you already d-did. Multiple t-times before this one." She says, out of breath.
Ignoring her words, I slowly lift up her shirt and see the bullet peeking out of the hole in her side. Blinking my eyes repeatedly, I blow out a breath and try to figure out what to do; coming up with nothing.
"Aghhhh. Shit!" Princess groans again, the color starting to leave her face. "Do something! NOW! I'm gonna die."
Running back into the living room, I grab my phone and find Brandon's name; pacing the floor until he answers.
"Man, if you on that BS, get off my phone." Brandon says as soon as he answers, not giving me time to speak.
"It ain't no BS. I need help! If you help me, we'll have a clean slate. I'll forget all about that shit with Milani. Just keep your fucking lips to yourself next time and don't be thinking bout my woman."
Brandon remains quiet for a minute then sighs loudly before speaking. "Drummer, since you like a brother to me and I don't wanna lose that, I'll help you. Man, honestly, I'll do anything to go back to how shit used to be between us, forreal."
"Bet. So I accidentally shot Princess and she's bleeding out on my bathroom floor! What do I do?? Hurry up, I think she's damn near dying! I can't let her die! I've done enough terrible shit to her and now this!"
"PRINCESS?? Like PRINCESS PRINCESS? Niyah mama PRINCESS?? Drug addict PRINCESS?"
"Yes nigga!!" I yell loudly, running back into the bathroom and grabbing a towel. I place it onto Princess's wound and apply pressure. "Now like I said, what the fuck do I need to do? The bullet is stuck inside her."
"Aite I got a plan, D. You remember my cousin who stay over there in Gate Trust apartments? You still know how to get there?"
Looking down, I notice that Princess is falling asleep so I quickly wake her up and put a cold, wet towel on her forehead. "Stay up with me, Princess! Don't go to sleep!"
"Yeah, I know how to get there. Get to the point, Brandon." I say as I get impatient.
"Meet me there. My cousin is a nurse. She'll know what to do."
"Bet."
Hanging up the phone, I figure out how I'm gonna lift Princess without hurting her and pick her up into my arms bridal style. I carry her out to my car and unlock the doors then lay her onto the backseat.
