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𝟖:𝟒𝟗 𝐩𝐦. 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬 💋

 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬 💋

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"marcus stay safe out here, and stop getting yourself in trouble" I sigh as me and marcus left the courtroom

"aii ms daniels, sometimes I jus gotta do what I gotta do youno wha I'm sayin?" Marcus looks at me.

"yea I feel you but you gotta do better, I can't keep yo ass outta jail forever"

"true" he puts his head down.

"ok Marcus, I'll see you later, safety !" I let my thick New York accent take over.

"aii ms daniels" he waved me off.

I start my car up, and begin to pull off until I hear my phone ding loudly. I pick my phone up and check my messages.

* message from "mybabynaee💞" *
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mybabynaee💞: maj can you please come pick me up, mama brought her boyfriend again..

me: I'm on my way right now nae. go to your room and bring malique with you. lock your doors & windows.

mybabynaee💞: ok please hurry maj.

me: I will shanae, please do what I told you to.

mybabynaee💞: ok I love you maj.

me: I love you more.
*________________________________*
end of messages.

I was pissed. I wanted to kill somebody, and I knew exactly who.

I grabbed the stored gun from my glove compartment and tucked it in my shirt

"imma kill this bitch ass nigga" I mutter to myself

I speed past traffic, running red lights and all. I know i worked for the government but I wasn't letting nobody fuck wit my siblings.

soon I was at my momma house, so I grabbed the tucked gun and walked to my momma door.

I opened it slowly revealing my mom and her boyfriend sitting on the couch as the tv played "waste my time" by essosa.

that was my favorite song, but now definitely wasn't the time.

I lifted my gun and pistol whipped my mom's boyfriend.

he let out a ear raping scream.

"shit!" he yelled, he turned his head to look at me as blood dripped down.

"you bitch!, imma kill yo ass" he yelled. I stared at him like he was stupid before he stepped towards me.

I lifted my gun aiming it at his forehead. "w-whats g-g-going on" my mother stuttered.

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