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"I wanna see Armani on her birthday." Tyrell says once I sit down. "No. Absolutely not." I shake my head getting ready to leave. "Please Alissa. She thinks I'm dead." He grabs my hand making me mug him.
"No. I don't want her to know your alive." I grit out and snatched my hand back.
"My ways change Alissa. I'm 4 years sober." He says with pleading eyes.
"I'll think about it." I say to Tyrell.
He recently reached out to me cause he wanted to see Armani but I told her he was dead.
Only cause he was a drunk and when he was drunk and driving WITH Armani in the car I got him arrested and they put him in rehab.
"Thank you.. please.. I just wanna see my baby." He says sadly making me feel bad.
He could've killed armani. We not sorry.
"I'll call you and tell you where to meet us." I mumbled and I watched as his frown turned into a bright smile.
"Thank you. Now about you. Anyone special?" He asks and I straight face him. "Ight ima leave cause I gots things to do." I say getting up grabbing my purse.
"Oh- ye-sorry." He stutters and stands up too.
"It was nice seeing you again Alissa." He smiled at me and I nod then turn to walk away.
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒
"What dude?" I asked Dayvon as I got in his car. "I'm taking you somewhere." He says making me scrunch my face up. He thought he was off the hook or sum?
"Unt unn. Lemme out." I say and he locks the door.
"Calm down paranoid ass." He chuckles and pulls out. Damn right I'm paranoid, all he do is lie.
I'm glad I grabbed my phone and stuff cause I wouldn't leave without that shit.
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"Why we hea?" I asked as he pulled into the nail salon parking lot. "Cause I wanna say I'm.... sorry." He says and my eyes widen in amusement.
Gave him the puthy once and now he whipped.
"Aww. Thank you hoe number 3." I take the money he was giving me. "You- Whatchu call me?" He says but I was already out the car.
"Thank you!" I yell again going into the nail salon. "Mary! Armani is here!" The man at the front desk semi yelled and my regular nail artist, Mary, come over smiling.
