"Chill out, we aint gotta tell u everything, sum shit uon needa kno yet" he said
"Ok" i said
I unlocked the car door and pulled it open only for him to shut it
"Where u goin" he asked
"Von get the fuck out ma way" i said getting irritated
"Whatchu gon do ma" he said sweetly
His bitch ass tryna sweet talk me. Not gon work!
"Von... get the hell out ma wa-"
"Yeen leaving, the block is hot" he said
"Hopefully i get shot" i lied
"Dont say no shit like that nigga, fuck wrong witchu" he said
"No" i saw him mouth
"Mmcht getcho crazy ass out my face" i said i pushed him back and got in driving off.
I looked back in the revealing mirror seeing him flip me off, then yelling at the neighbors.
I powered my phone off and threw it ina passenger seat. I didnt have no where to drive, so i just drove, and drove, and drove.
After maybe 3 hours of driving, i seen i was ina parking lot of a playground. I powered my phone.
KING VON POV:
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She prolly dead
Maybe she crashed and the car flipped 20 times
Or she killed herself
Or she went to meet sum nigga and needed ah excuse
Or she got a double life
She got set up, n being raped
She getting tortured
"No she not" i told myself
I cant track were she at cs she drove her car she just got and ian put no tracker on it yet. Whitey nem think she ok, i think she dead somewea ina ditch.
"Bro chill out, she do this sometimes..." whitey said
