Paris is an 18 year old senior in highschool who lives with her mother who has a drug and alcohol addiction. Paris mother is known around town for selling herself for drugs and this causes Paris problems at school. Paris doesn't have money or a good...
"Sometimes we never see what failure is and often fail to recognize it." - Naveen Jain
Killa Pov 1 week later
It's been a whole week and I haven't even heard from Paris, I don't know if she's okay or what but she hasn't been answering or returning my calls.
I missed her around the house, I haven't even had one good hole cooked meal since she left. I know I was wrong but then again Paris ain't my girl but I should still respect her space.
I decided to shoot her another text to see if she would answer.
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She left me on read and I was fine with that, I knew she was in school so I wasn't even sweating it.
I was at the crib since I really ain't had nothing to do..until my phone started to vibrate it was a message from Peaches.
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I left her on read before groaning loudly as I got up to go freshen up.
"This is the last time." I said to myself as I threw my shirt over my head then grabbing my keys and leaving out of the crib.
Once I got to her house, I grabbed a couple of condoms out my glove compartment just to be safe. I don't need no hoe saying they pregnant with my baby.
I knocked on the door and I heard her running to the door. Desperate bitch.
