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One Month Later.
Me and Cash hasn't talked since he left my house that one day. I tried calling and texting him but they didn't go through so I just said fuck it.
I've been doing really good in my classes and I started a small business and it's blowing up.
A bunch of celebrities have been ordering from me and I've became friends with a few.
I was currently doing my nails on live since it was time for a new set.
I looked at the phone reading some of the comments.
"Y'all want me to do a Q & A?" A lot of people was saying yes so I tapped the question thing and all questions started flooding in.
"Why we ain't seen you with Cash?" I read the question out loud then laughed.
"That's gang we just been busy that's all" I shrugged going to the next question. Not finna put my business on the internet.
"When you going back in person?"
"Most likely second semester cause I wanna go ta prom and stuff"
"Alright y'all im done with my nails" I said showing them my nails.
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"The fuck" I scrunched up my face hearing somebody banging on my door.
I quickly ended the live and went into my closet grabbing my glock 19.
I went downstairs and looked through the peep hole and saw cash all bloody.
"Man what the fuck done happened to you?" I opened the door and pulled him in.
He didn't say anything so I pulled his shirt up to see where the blood was coming from. There was two bullets in his stomach but they weren't deep so I could take it out myself.
I walked him into the garage and got all of my medical shi. My dad had taught me how to do this stuff a few years ago.
After removing the bullets, stitching it up, and wrapping it I gave him three pain pills and a cold bottle of water.
