𝗽𝗼𝘃: 𝘇𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗻
𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟
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i stirred around in 𝗵𝗶𝘀 bed ready for the day to get started.
i tried to get up but something heavy was on me.
i immediately began to panic.
i pushed the heavy weight off of me, not knowing what or who it was due to it being dark.
( skinny niggas be so fawking heavy FOR WHAT )
" shit , bae what the fuck " 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲 spoke groggily.
i sighed heavily feeling tears come out of my eyes.
he finally got up and walked over towards to where i was standing.
he wrapped me in he tight embrace.
" what's tha matter " he asked.
" n-nun ".
i just want to be alone it were being real.
he finally let me go kissing my forehead and leading me back to the bed.
we got back into the bed only him holding onto me tighter.
" what's the matter , and don't fucking lie ".
that right there just made me break down.
" i just want to have my own everything, my life is shit bro " i sniffled.
he pulled me head onto his chest letting me know that he was listening.
i took a deep breath in.
" like i have nothing now , no job , no home , no family in fucking struggling bro and i don't even know where the fuck to start " i vented.
he sat both of us up.
he wiped my tears away looking into my eyes.
" look ma, 𝘄𝗲 gon figure dis shit out you stressin yoself out ain't gon make the whole situation better, we'll find you a job until then you can continue staying here ".
" you not in this shit alone , i promise you bae " he spoke directly looking into my eyes.
he grabbed my face " you hea me ".
" mhm " i nodded.
" good , let's go back ta sleep all up early n shit" he grumbled making me chuckle.
and with that we layed back down , me laying on top of him.
i felt his hands rubbing over my lower back soothing me.
i then dozed off into sleep.
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𝗽𝗼𝘃:𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘇𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺𝘀
𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟
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we now were laying in the bed.
𝘀𝗵𝗲 was still sleep while i watched her closely.
ever since that fuck ass incident she always covered up her lower part of her face with her hand.
i picked up on the memo that it had made her insecure.
i moved her hand that rested in her face and lightly stroked her scarred face.
