HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL MY TAYMONISTERS!
(That's your new names because my name is Taylor Monique- Tay Moni for short. So your Tay Monisters cuz y'all so crazy but I love y'all 💕)
What y'all finna do? I'm going to this thing called Valley of Fear and they got zombie paint ball :) Ima be a red riding hood without the little cuz bitches i'm grown jkjk. Maybe I'll post a pic. Maybe not 😁
Comment what y'all finna do and how you feeling for the next update. And hit up my inbox. I love messaging y'all sexy asses. Y'all be hilarious 😂 And Shay is a permanent character so yeah @nandoboart stop bugging and update my story hoe. :/
ON WITH ZE GOODNESS
( I know Jacob a hoe but y'all gotta understand how it feel to be pregnant and not have someone to comfort you. I wouldn't know. Or maybe I do. Lemme stop. Just have a little sympathy. And he doesn't actually call Q papa and he didn't kiss him voluntarily but *shrugs* whateva.)
Also, I been reading "Project Fat Suit" by not_present and it's the best story I done read in a damn while. Like omfg one of the main character's middle names is Uranus 💀 but onto Jacob's crazy ass ☺️
Jacob.
"Jacob. Jacob..... JACOB!" I slowly opened my eyes and looked up to here a lot of shuffling. Q was shaking me while some girl stuffed things into bags.
"What's going on?" I asked, sitting up from my bed.
"Come on. I'll tell you later." He rushed, helping me out of the bed. I rubbed my eyes as he handed me some clothes to put on. I put on my Drake sweatshirt and some drop crotch sweatpants with some vans and my glasses. I slipped a beanie on my head but was quickly pulled towards the door.
"Q, stop rushing me." I groaned, pulling my hand away from his.
"Jacob i'm trying to get you out of here." Quincy sighed, pulling me back to him.
"W-what?" I asked, confused.
"We're leaving." He told me, smiling. I bit my lip and smiled, nodding my head. I went back in the room and grabbed my phone, about to call Chres. I stopped my self and remembered how he's been ignoring me. Even though he's been posting on Instagram and Twitter, he hasn't responded to my pleas to contact him. I locked my phone and pushed it into my pocket, following Q down the steps as the girl I saw a little earlier loaded things into a car. He told me to get in the back seat and wait so we could go but he had to check and make sure we had everything and left no traces. I closed my eyes. I'd been here for three months and a lot has happened. Where were we going? When was I gonna get home? Would we get caught?
17 Pt. 2 coming later on. Comment and Vote :)
