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Jhené pov...
I was walking home.
Mad traumatised.
Like tell me how i'm in the deli and I can't reach the popcorn so I asked some random nigga to help me reach it and he stood behind me, grabbed my waist and pressed his dick on my ass.
Like HUH?!
Tf do these niggas think about these days?
Drugs, money and sex?
Like pattern up brev.
Wth.
I opened the door and Kavalli jumped on me and started barking.
"Who is it Kay?" Stokeley mumbled running out and he looked at me with a smile before it disappeared.
"What's wrong?" He asked and I looked at him and faked a smile.
"Nothing. I'm good." I mumbled rubbing Kavalli's head and he looked at me.
"One you never rub his head, two your hands are shaking, three you got tears in yo eyes and four you got that look on yo face like you just got hurt." He mumbled and I let Kavalli go and Stokeley hugged me.
"Wah happen?" He whispered.
"Nothing babe i'm okay." I whispered and he held onto my hand.
"You gon have a panic attack mamas, tell me what happened." He whispered sitting me on the couch.
"There's nothing wrong."
"Your gonna piss me off. Tell me what happened at the deli." He mumbled grabbing his gun.
"This is why i'm not telling you." I mumbled and he chuckled.
"You don't gotta tell me. I'll shoot everyone in the deli." He whispered grabbing his ski mask.
"No stop."
"Tell me who hurt you."
"They didn't hurt me."
"Then what did they do? Did they touch you?"
"Something like that." I mumbled.
"Wym by that? Was it a nigga?" He asked fuming.
"Mmhmm."
"What. Happened."
"He pressed himself against me that's it, it's not that deep." I mumbled and he grabbed Kavalli.
