My phone was going crazy in the middle of the night, I tried to ignore it but after about twenty minutes I gave in. I groaned loudly and picked my phone up, reading messages.
Dave:
Morgan answer the phone
Dave:
That's really how you do me? Out in the same city as me fucking with another nigga?
Dave:
That shit so crazy especially when I just bought yo ungrateful ass a promise ring!
Dave:
Swear to god I will kill that nigga Morgan.
Dave:
ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE!
Before I could finish reading all the messages he called me again and I decided to answer. "Dave it's four in the morning!" I whispered. "You couldn't do this tomorrow?"
"Nah I couldn't cause you got me fucked up. Come to my room."
"Dave it's four AM!" I repeated. "I'm tired, I'm trying to sleep! Yell and argue with me in the morning I don't feel like dealing with this right now."
"Come to my room Morgan."
"Bye Dave."
"You better not hang up on me I swear to god on my moms yo I will fucking-"
I quickly hung up before he finished that sentence, I did not want to hear it. I turned my phone off and laid my head back into the pillow slowly drifting asleep, not even five minutes later there was loud banging at the door. I hopped up and quickly opened it and it was Dave, I ran into the room to make sure the girls didn't wake up and good thing they didn't. I went back to the door and angrily walked out, leaving the door cracked.
"Dave what the hell is wrong with you!" I said in a semi-whisper yell. "You're acting like a fucking lunatic! It's the middle of the night and the girls are in there sleep!"
"Y-Y-You got me fucked up yo" He slurred.
I looked into his eyes. "Are you drunk?" He didn't say anything, I crossed my arms. "David are you drunk!"
"Shit maybe I am!" He yelled. "M-Maybe I'm not." He leaned over and then caught his balance.
"You never drink this much, you need to go lay down now."
"In your room." He pointed to the door and tried to walk in, I stopped him.
"No. Not my room, your room! Need help getting back?"
He sighed loudly and grabbed my arm. "Lets go."
I tried to pull back but his grip was really tight. "Go where! Dave I'm going into my room and you are going in yours!"
He pulled a gun out that was tucked in his jeans and pointed it at my head. "Go puttttt on some shoesssssss and bring yo ass out here." He slurred. "And if you wakeee them bitches up or c-c-call the police I swear to godddd I will
blow your fucking brains out."
As scared as I was I tried not to show it and stay calm. I grabbed my phone, purse, a jacket, and some shoes and left out the hotel. "Put the gun away." I whispered. "You see I'm going with you put it away." I ordered.
"Hell no." He scoffed. "I'll t-t-toss it when we get back to the Bronx."
We went down the elevator and outside, into a car. I'm guessing it was a rental Dave and his friends had. "I'm going to drive." I said quickly. "You're drunk so I'll drive you just hop into the passenger seat."
He couldn't do it on his own so I helped him then got on the drivers side. "Where are we going?" I asked.
He looked at me. "Airport."
