𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 (ℎ2)

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Ashanti 💄
los angeles, ca
10:21 pm

I paced back and forth hyperventilating.

"R-Roddy we're going to fucking jail!"
I whisper-yelled tears flowing down my eyes.

He sighed sitting down on the couch.
"baby calm down. no we not."

I started punching the couch pillows but he pulled me close to him.

"calm down mamas"

I shook my head crying.
"Roddy how am I suppose to calm down? Jamil said they filed a missing persons report! It won't be long till the police figure out we killed Jay!"

He shook his head.
"i killed jay okay? not you. and we killed him because he was..."

He hesitated but I nodded motioning for him to go on.
"It's okay Roddy you can say I got raped."

He nodded.
"yeah that... so you won't go to jail cause im the one that shot him."

I looked at him.
"Nigga I helped you dissolve that dude in acid.
I am a fucking accessory to a murder."

He shrugged.

I flopped myself down to the floor, but making sure I don't flop down too hard cause my boobs were placed right today.

"Roddy if we go to jail whose gonna take care of Tiana!"

His eyes widened.
"shit man... i dont know."

We sat there in silence before he picked me up from the floor and put me on his lap.

He held my face and wiped my tears.

"ashanti... mama... i promise we ain't gonna get caught ight?"

I slowly nodded.

"we bonnie and clyde in this shit."

I frowned.
"Roddy, Bonnie and Clyde got caught and got shot to death."

He looked at me puzzled.

"but... i thought..."

I chuckled a little and held his big head in my hands.

"Roddy... You confused?"

He nodded, still with a puzzled look on his face.

I chuckled and kissed him.
"I know we won't get caught baby. I won't let us get caught."

Just then the front door opened.

"Theres my favorite murderers!"
Bird yelled, heading over to the couch with his happy meal.

"shut the fuck up."
Roddy said, taking Bird's happy meal from his hands and throwing it at the wall.

We all went silent.

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