𝙅𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙔.

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[Riley]

"Ashlyn," he confesses.

Ashlyn? What? I thought we were cool. She helped us out with Jaliyah and everything! Why?

"What secret of yours does she know that made you rape me?" I feel a tear forming.

"I- I killed somebody. But it was two years ago. I don't know how but she has evidence too. T-that could ruin my career-

"I know Diggy," I sigh and wipe a tear away.

When I met Diggy, I could tell he was acting different. He wasn't acting the way he did when we were on the phone.

"I feel selfish."

"Don't feel selfish."

"Why are you okay with this? I hurt you!"

"Yeah well that's one of the perks for being nice and believing in forgiveness," I say.

"You want a hu-

"Yes. Please," I say with no hesitation.

I stand up and place myself into his arms, him holding me tightly.

"I'm so sorry," he says.

An hour later...

Before I get out my car, I call Mo.

"MO!" I say.

"WHAT?"

"Your the ghetto-ist person I know,"

"...thanks?"

"I know you've shot a couple people in your life."

"What are you getting at Riley?"

"I want you to KILL Ashlyn and I mean make her suffer. It's a long story, I'll tell you when we come back to Newark tomorrow."

"I got you girl," Mo says and we hang up.

I stomp inside the house and go upstairs. I see Michael in the bedroom with a towel around his waist. My face is covered in dried tears; most likely noticeable. I really need him to hold me right now.
I throw all my stuff down and jump into his arms. More tears began to fall onto his chest from me. He doesn't even ask, he just holds me. I'm thinking he'll ask me afterwards.