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☽ RARE EGYPT☽

"Look whos finally up." A taunting voice came from beside me as I open and close my eyes a few times.

Im confused until a face comes into view. Its that one out of the two bitch ass niggas that kidnapped. A mug instantly comes to my face as he chuckles.

"Bitch, fuck you." I grumble in anger, tied up and I still dont give a damn. They're not too much of a threat if Im still alive.

Just as hes about to say something, someone calls his name from upstairs. Which I find out is Marcus.

"You got lucky bitch." Marcus growls at me as I scoff watching him leave up the stairs.

"You got lucky bitch." I mock rolling my eyes.

I take the time to notice Im in what looks like a basement, with my hands tied behind my back but my feet are free.

These niggas dumb, and I dont know who they work for or what their motive is but they're full of shit. I can smell it from a mile away. Especially considering I barely have a scratch on me and my clothes are only slightly dirty from being on the ground.

Limping over to the only table in the far corner I ignore the shooting pain through my back. Seeing a huge knife, I waste no time cutting my hand loose of the tight ass rope that bruised my wrist.

I hear a voice near the door at the top of the stairs and crouch down in the space between the wall and table. Soon the other bitch nigga came into sight, rubbing his round belly.

Restraining myself from going over there and slicing his throat, I stay still careful not to draw any attention to me. His dumbass hadnt even noticed I wasnt in the same spot anymore as the fridge holds all his attention.

Since the door is open I could hear the manly voice coming from upstairs and make it out to be two or three more up there. Which means there's probably at least four niggas in the house.

After grabbing three bottles of beer he looks around the empty room then shrugs going back upstairs. If I didn't see how red and low his eyes were I would have thought he was just plain stupid. But he probably is.

Im assuming all of them are high and drunk so its only a matter of time before they pass out. That'll help me so much because I dont want to have to fight off anybody more than I already have.

Im not trying to possibly end up hurting myself nor the baby. Trevor would never forgive me and I wouldnt know what to do with myself if I lost it.

☼ TREVOR SAL ☼

Parking across the street from my moms house I see two police car and Tyla is even here.

I take a few deep breaths to keep calm because I already know these bullshit ass cops are going to give me the fucking run around. Im better off finding Lo my damn self which is exactly what Im in the process of doing.

Instead of Troy opening the door I just walk straight in since it was unlocked. Everybody was in the living room including my dad, whom I havent seen nor talked to in a month.

Tyla has tears streaming down her face, my dad looks pissed off and I can tell my mom is trying to hold herself together to talk to the cops.

"This is her fiancé." My mom tells the two bald white officers. They damn sure aint going to do shit for a black woman.

I just stand there with a blank expression as everyone looks over at me.

"Nice to meet you.." Pig number one says waiting for me to tell him my name, I mug him looking over at my mom.

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