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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 2, 2013 21:46:26 GMT -5
"So...what do I do? I can't stay here."
He paused. "I'll drop you off at Tracey's."
I hurried to get ready and I got in the car with Merce. He was driving so fast I thought we were going to die. The car skid in front of Tracey's house and he let me out.
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Post by Desaree on Jul 2, 2013 21:48:49 GMT -5
"Merce," I said once I was out of the car.
"Yeah?"
"Be safe, okay?"
"I'ma come back and get you in a little bit." With that, he drove off.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 2, 2013 21:55:50 GMT -5
I walked up and knocked on the door.
"Cindy...umm good morning." Charles said opening up.
"Tracey here?" I asked.
"Yeah he's...he's upstairs."
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Post by Desaree on Jul 2, 2013 22:01:12 GMT -5
"Can I come in?"]
"Sure." He stepped aside and let me inside.
I immediately went up to Tracey's room. I opened the door and started to step inside, but stopped when I saw Tracey wearing a leopard catsuit and dancing along to Ciara's Like A Boy video.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 2, 2013 22:19:59 GMT -5
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked when Tracey started grinding on his dresser.
"Oh hey girl what you doing here?"
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Post by Desaree on Jul 2, 2013 22:27:17 GMT -5
"I think the real question is what are you doing?"
"Morning workout. Girl, I gotta have my booty right before the summer." He turned off his TV. "Anyways, what's up?"
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 2, 2013 22:32:44 GMT -5
"I'm just...I'm going to school with you."
"You alright doll?"
"Yeah...well I mean...I am...No. Look someone took Merce's daughter."
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Post by Desaree on Jul 2, 2013 22:56:50 GMT -5
Tracey gasped. "Oh, no! Do you know who?"
"I know who and you know who."
"You mean, it was-"
"Yup."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 2, 2013 23:28:19 GMT -5
"Damn so what y'all gonna do?"
"Merce is squadding up with his goons and they're going to handle it. I tried to get him to call the police, but because it's Zada he's not playing any games."
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Post by Desaree on Jul 2, 2013 23:31:03 GMT -5
"What does 'handle' it mean?"
"It means, that he has three guns on him and whole bunch of niggas ready to ride out for Zada. I'm so afraid that something might happen, though. I don't want him to get hurt, Tracey."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 2, 2013 23:36:55 GMT -5
"Doll with a crew like that I'm sure everything will be just fine. As for Evilene...it's her I'm worried about."
I thought about it. "Yeah I guess you're right Trace."
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Post by Desaree on Jul 2, 2013 23:43:06 GMT -5
"Of course I'm right, so relax, doll."
"I'm trying."
"Try harder. Just take long deep breaths. I'ma put on some Justin Beiber for you."
"Please don't do that. That will only make it worse."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 3, 2013 0:05:41 GMT -5
"Okay then I'll slide in the R. Kelly."
"That's better."
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Post by Desaree on Jul 3, 2013 0:18:15 GMT -5
Seconds later, R. Kelly was circulating throughout the room. "Tracey, if my man could be putting himself in harm's way right now, tell me exactly why I would wanna bump and grind."
"Well, I don't know what you want from me, Cindy. I'm trying."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 3, 2013 0:24:34 GMT -5
"I guess." I sat down on his bed and looked out the window. Tracey turned the music down and sat next to me.
"Doll, Merce is about that life. You just have to live with it. I'm sure he'll be okay. All he wants to do is protect you, you just need to trust him. Be strong because I'll be worth it in the end."
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Post by Desaree on Jul 3, 2013 0:32:33 GMT -5
I looked at Tracey and sighed. "You're right. What would I do without you, Trace?"
"Wither and die. Now, smile, sunshine. And stop worrying about Merce. He'll be fine."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 3, 2013 0:49:52 GMT -5
"Okay."
"Oop girl look at the time we need to get ready to go to school." He went into the bathroom to change into some skin tight jeans, a tight black Bebe shirt and a pair of spiked tennis shoes. "Girl this is new what you think?" He twirled around a few times then did a model walk across the bedroom.
"Nice."
He plucked the few rollers he had in his hair, put on his earrings and added a little lipgloss. He grabbed his neon pink see through tote threw his books in there and we headed down the street to the bus stop.
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Post by Desaree on Jul 5, 2013 16:41:56 GMT -5
When the bus arrived, Tracey and I sat in our usual seat. We didn't say much during the twenty minute ride.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Jul 5, 2013 18:24:54 GMT -5
I had a really bad feeling in my gut on the way to school. We got dropped off and walked a couple minutes to the school. When we arrived we saw that the building was roped off and all the students were standing outside with police trying to calm the crowd.
"What's going on?" I asked someone.
"I don't know I heard it was a bomb in the school."
I frowned at the response and kept asking around and I got the same response. Finally I just went up to a police officer to ask.
"Sir what happened?"
"There was a bomb in the school, but it's detonated they're just doing some investigating."
"There she is....that's Cindy." One of my teachers said pointing me out to the cop that had did my interrogation.
"Cindy I need you to come down to the station with me."
I told him Tracey was coming along and he was okay with it. We went to the station and Tracey waited for me while I went to be interviewed or interrogated whatever he wanted to call it.
"So why am I here?" I asked.
"There was a bomb in the school."
"Yeah I know, but what does that have to do with me."
"The faculty were doing locker checks this morning and they spotted this bomb."
"Okay."
"It was in your locker."
When he said that my heart sank into my gut. I couldn't believe my step mother was willing to put others lives in danger to kill me. This is getting out of hand if this is about the money I got. I started to cry just thinking about what could happen to me.
"I don't wanna die." I said while crying uncontrollably. The cop looked like he didn't know how to console me so he called Tracey in to keep me together.
"It'll be okay." Tracey said rubbing my back.
"And you all can't protect me." I said looking up at the cop.
He sighed. "As of right now all we can do is investigate. Because you're a minor we'll have to see, but they only thing they'll end up doing is putting you in foster care and not really protecting you." When he said that I broke all the way down crying.
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Post by Desaree on Jul 7, 2013 18:46:35 GMT -5
"It's okay, Cindy," Tracey said. "Officer, can we have a minute alone?"
"Sure." The officer stood up and left the room.
"Are you okay, Cindy?"
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