|bryson|
I've been calling Kylie all day. She usually comes over when August leaves the house but I didn't get a call, text, or anything.
My worries and suspisions got the best of me and I went over there myself.
Pulling up, I walked up to the porch and dialed Kylie's number. I heard her phone ring from inside and pushed the door. It was already open and what I saw when I walked in was horrendous.
Kylie was laying on the ground with blood coming from the back of her head. I rushed over to her and held her in my arms.
"Kylie baby, please wake up. You have to wake up." I said, shaking her.
A tear fell and August walked inside. My blood was boiling and I let go of Kylie and started to go after August.
"You did this to her! You crazy son of a bitch! What if she's dead!? I'm gonna fucking murk your ass!" I yelled, with tears streaming down my face. We were fighting for a good minute before he grabbed his gun. I kicked it away from him and stood up. I grabbed the gun and pointed it at him.
"So what. Her bitch ass was a hoe anyway." He said, spitting out blood. I pistol whipped him in the side of his head and he blacked out. I put the gun in my pocket and picked Kylie up bridal style, placing her in my car.
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Okay daddy Bry,
save the day with ya fine self.
This story might have
8 to 9 chapters or so.
Y'all know the drill
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लघु कहानी"So why are you still with him? Don't you love me?" "Of course I do. But I can't be with you Bryson." She said, looking at me. "And why not?" I said, leaning forward to her. Silence. "Cat got your tongue?" I said, with a smirk, kissing her. ------ S...
