( Continued)
Melanie Jones
I was afraid to turned around because I had a feeling it would be Damar standing there.
" You good, it's Mich." Benj said.
I turned around noticing he was right. I let out a sigh of relief.
" I thought we talked about not telling her the truth about everything." Mich said to Benj.
" Yeah well I think telling her was the right thing to do. At least she's up-to-date with everything now."
" I'm sure Benj told you about how we're trying to help you. It's true, we want to get out of this lifestyle with Damar so we're gonna help you and get out of here." Mich said.
" Idk, I have a feeling that y'all are trying to set me up. Why should I believe you?"
" When Damar comes back tell him that you have no more clothes. He will have no choice but to call your friends, and he's not gonna take you to the store because he doesn't want you to be seen." Mich said ignoring my question.
" Well if he doesn't want anyone to know his address, why would he call them." I asked.
" He won't be telling them the address. We will have to pick them up, cover their eyes and bring them here like we did to you."
" Then what? What's the point?"
" There's going to be more of us than there is of him. Will figure something out."
We heard a car pulled into the driveway and I immediately started panicking.
" Shit, he's here."
" Wait! You can't leave through the window right now, he's gonna see you." I said stopping them.
" Shes right." Benj said.
" I'll go upstairs and distract him. Get out of here safe." I demanded before going upstairs.
I seen the door knob twisting, so I sat on the couch like nothing happened.
" Finally back." I said.
" The line was long, can't do anything about it." He said.
" Of course you can't, you're not the president." I said.
" You got jokes, huh?" He said. " Why is this door open?" He asked.
I looked up and seen him standing in front of the basement door pointing at it. How could I forgot to close the door.
" Uh, just wanted to see what was down there."
He started to walk down the stairs as my heart started to beat faster. I ran along behind him.
" Please Benj and Mich be gone, please please." I thought to myself.
" I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU." I said as he got to the bottom of the stairs.
He instantly turned around and looked at me. I walked down the rest of the stairs and looked around. They were gone.
" My clothes are dirty and you don't have a washer or dryer." I said.
" What that gotta do wimme?"
" Well if you're not gonna take me to buy more I'm gonna need you to call nova or tae." I said.
He walked past me before walking back up the stairs.
" I'll get you clothes myself." He said.
Plan failed. Thanks Mich.
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D | Damar Molton
Lately I have been seeing the basement window open every time I leave or come back to my crib. So I've decided to keep a look if anything funky is going on, therefore I put a camera in the basement.
Melanie is in my room doing who knows what. I walked to my bedroom and seen Melanie watching TV.
" I'll be back in 5." I said.
She nodded and I left the room. I secretly walked to my office. That's the only way I would see if she was up to something. I sat there and watched the basement camera.
A couple minutes went by and there was nothing. I didn't see what I was looking for at all. I was going to leave the room and move on with my day until I heard someone.
" Help me get up you fucking dumbass." I heard someone say, as I seen their hands on the window.
He fell in, then I realized it was Mich. Then came along Benj. I wanted to run down there but I had to wait and see what was going on.
" Where's Melanie? Didn't we tell her to be down here before we got here?" Mich said.
" Relax, she's coming." Benj said.
I then heard the basement door open quietly. I seen from the camera Melanie walk down the stairs.
" Guys, Damar will be here any minute. I'm can't be down here. Leave." She said.
" What? We need to make a plan of how we're going to get you out of here." Benj said.
" Motherfuckers." I mumbled.
" Not rn okay? Come back tmr." She said before walking back up the stairs..
