Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"TRUE COLORS"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It was Wyn. It was really Wyn.
"Yo, what the fuck? That's not her." He announced, looking pissed. Everything moved in slow motion as he started going wild. The boss was trying to calm him down. "Dad, no. That's not her. Untie her now."
I closed my eyes as my vision started getting blurry and my consciousness started to sleep. This isn't real. He can't possibly be like these other niggas... a lying ass hood nigga.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I woke up in a moving vehicle, my head against the door. It was smooth and felt a bit like leather as I lifted my head which immediately gave me a headache. The road sounded smooth over the silent engine. I looked out the window where the trees passed by as quickly as they came. I touched my face where the scar once was. It was replaced with a bandage and a little under it was slob from me being knocked out.
"Ew.." I groaned to myself before looking over at the driver. I flinched when I saw that it was Wyn. So it wasn't a dream.
He was looking straight ahead at the road, possibly avoiding eye contact with me. His chocolate skin had a glow to it under the moonlight, his face showing just how deep in thought he appeared to be.
