𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

••• Hope Pt. 2 •••

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Three weeks later...

Hope placed her and Fallon's dishes in the sink as she filled the other side with warm soapy water. She was about to submerge the plates when her phone began to ring from the couch.

"Babe, your phone," Fallon said, hitting the answer button handing the device over to her.

Hope brought it to her ear.

"Uh huh," she mumbled. She paused for a beat, her eyes widening. Any sense of slack in her body was replaced with distress. "They did what?"

Fallon looked up from the movie playing on the TV.

Hope dropped the dish from her hands and ran to the door, throwing on a pair of shoes and sprinting out.

Fallon was quick to follow, though they hadn't a clue what was going on. The couple ran to their car, throwing the doors open and speeding off.

"Shit shit shit," Hope hissed, gripping the steering wheel till her knuckles bruised. She whipped her head to the phone on the dashboard. "Stay with me, girl. I'm almost there."

Hope pulled up to the apartment complex that she had provided for y/n. Immediately, she ran to the back porch. If it were any more possible, her face fell ever further. A window was shattered, the opposite one was showered with black spray paint.

Lamps from the interior were strewn about the small yard, the bulbs shattered. Clothes, cut up and burned into irrecoverable pieces littered the sidewalk.

"What the fuck?" Hope screamed, bursting into the forced open door. Eggs from the kitchen had been thrown and cracked on the walls, milk was dumped on the carpets and counters, graffiti littered every surface possible.

"Hope..." Fallon stood behind her, motioning to something.

On the largest wall, there a word written in bright red spray paint.

SLUT.

"That son of a bitch!" Hope kicked a broken table leg out of her way to see y/n standing- shaking- in the middle of the room, her phone still in hand.

"Y/n," Hope said with relief, running to pull her into a hug.

"I'm sorry, I left... I left my fucking location on a stupid tracking app," y/n choked on her words, her eyes already red from crying. "This is all my fault."

"No. No it's not," Hope replied, pulling her back to wipe her tears away. She tried to not look at the mess that was her parents' property. "I can get it fixed. This is fine. It's fine."

Y/m didn't seem to hear her friend, her eyes looking down at the floor, already defeated.

"I can't go anywhere. I shouldn't have hit him."

Her friend raised her chin. "You're right. You should have knocked his ass senseless. Trust me, I'm gon' get the chance to whoop his ass after this bullshit."

"Maybe I should just go back home," y/n said.

She didn't want to. Los Angeles was her prime chance to immerse herself in the art community, not her home town. Of course, she hadn't contributed much, given the fact she had started dating LeRoy two weeks after she'd gotten here.