stepbrothers.

EIGHT

NAHMIR
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"y'all fucked and now you ain't feeling him?" jahseh kept his eyes on the road, turning around the corner.

"i wasn't feeling him in the first place jah!" i yelled, rubbing my hands on my face.

"lie again, i'll taze yo ass." jah pulled out his blue tazer, waving it in my face.

i rolled my eyes, staring out the window.

my phone buzzed multiple times in my pocket, probably some friends or sum.

taymor🤮🖕🏼: answer the damn phone.
taymor🤮🖕🏼 : NICK
taymor🤮🖕🏼 : I'M NOT PLAYIN WIT YO ASS
taymor🤮🖕🏼 : ight, watch what happened to yo ass.

the rest of the text messages were empty threats of how he was going to destroy my guts and shit.

i sighed and blocked his number, puttin my phone back in my pocket.

"somebody blowin' your shit up." jah pointed at my phone, continuing to drive.

"it's taymor fish-lip bitchass." i mumbled, crossing my arms.

"oou! text him back!" jahseh yelled, punching my thigh hella hard.

"fuck no!" i yelled back, looking back out the window with my arms folded against my chest.

jah pulled into a store parking lot, parking the car.

he punched my upper arm, causing me to wince hella loud.

he snatched my phone out my pocket, smirking mischievously.

"jah! give me my phone!" i yelled, watching him do some shit, but trying to get my phone back.

he finally gave it back, giggling and smirking.

"what the fuck-," i gasped, widening my eyes at the text jah sent.

: punish me daddy☺️

taymor🤮🖕🏼 : bet.

- jah is me. lmao, y'all lucky i still like this book.