I seen Mya and handsome , they were talking kinda like a regular conversation. Then Handsome started calling her a punk , then a bitch so I intervened.
Me: uhh Mya? you alright ?
Mya:y-yeah
Her voice was a lil shaky, and I could see her body trembling. Handsome's eyes were burning a whole thru my face, I bet waiting on me to speak, but I wasnt. The way he was disrespecting My was unacceptable, I kinda expected more from him.
Handsome: hey...
Me: u sure u ok Mya?
Mya: mmhm thanks for checking. come on Babe
Babe? With that she grabbed his hand and basically ran outta the store. I went to a register to pay for my stuff , and head home. When I got to my car I noticed 2 figures standing next to it, I stopped and Called Zay.
Me: baby 2 people are at my car ...
Zay: what you talking bout B?
Me: just come to Wal-Mart ..please?
Zay: yeah, ill call when i-
Me: dont hang up!
Zay: ok.
We stayed on the phone for about 2 more minutes until I felt hands go over my mouth. I bit the hand and started screaming, so Zay could hear me, then I blacked out.
The Next day
I woke up in a room , not a ordinary room it looked like ... really fancy. The bed was big and had white drapes on each corner, a nice flat screen sat on the wall , and a dresser underneath. The bathroom was mainly white with specks of gold , like the soap holder, towel rack, toothbrush holder, just small things. Overall it was nice and warm, but I wanted to know wtf I was doing here. Walking over to the door I twisted the knob, to reveal the door was locked, I went to the window which had bars on it ...wtf?
I began frantically searching the room for my phone, only not to find it.
was this a prank?
Zay getting me back for leaving knowing I shouldn't have?
my mom getting me for never being home?
maybe one of the girls?
Kalissa because I slept with Mariah?
Just as I climbed back in the bed the door opened and a guy came in.
?: aye here go some clothes..when You done come to the kitchen.
Me: where am I? ... i mean i know u cant tell but ...who took me?
?:...
Zay pov
I couldn't find my baby and it was frustrating af ! The fucked up camera's at Wal-Mart didnt help, her car was still there unbothered , her friends didn't know where she was and I refused to ask her mom. I had people out looking since I left Wal-Mart.
Maybe my ATL enemies followed me ?
maybe it was that nigga Handsome?
that bitch Mya?
Calling the police wasn't an option so I called in my own force
Me: meeting at 12 round everybody up, anybody with excuses can find employment else where
Mike: wassup?
Me: B missing
Mike: say no more , i gotchu fam .
I couldnt put my finger on it, she so fucking innocent who'd wonna hurt her ....and why?