Tired of being abused and mistreated, Raquel escapes for a new life but is soon captured again. However, this time it seems to be different. Read to find out why
I threw her purse on the dresser and ran my hands down my face.
Who the fuck got my shit? I was starting to get frustrated now.
I been looking for my wallet for a damn hour. Keisha called me wanting to talk and I told her I would be there.
"Fuck!" I screamed standing in the hallway
I walked back into the room And grabbed my phone. I went to Keisha contact in my phone and started texting her, but I stopped as I looked at our last messages to each other.
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These messages were over a month old and I still felt some type of way.
I shook my head, scrolling back down to text her. She texted back fast.
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I shook my head knowing she was gonna be mad.
I walked downstairs and saw Raquel dancing in the kitchen as she cooked. I chuckled looking at her moonwalk backwards as she went over to the island to get something.
"He-hee!" She said as she sung along to Dirty Diana by MJ
"Dirty Dianaa, owh!" She sang pouring sauce into a pot
Just watching her with a smile on her face, made me forget about every thing.
I frowned when I realized I just thought that. The fuck is wrong with me. I sighed and walked in the kitchen.
