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Missy
I stood at the rope with my sister, as she laughed at me for being delusional over Gunner yet again.
But I couldn’t help it. Gunner was the type of man that made you act a little crazy.
His dick was phenomenal, life changing even.
He had the type of dick that turned bitches into stalkers hence me popping up at the club after I saw him in a picture Aren posted.
“Bitch come on let’s go get a drink before we leave maybe you can find a nigga that actually wants you,” she giggled.
I couldn’t stand her ass. But she was right, I’m HER why the fuck was chasing I a man. A man should be chasing me. I followed Mya down the stairs back to the first floor and over to the bar. I got a sense of renewed dignity as I felt the eyes of numerous men on me as we approached the bar.
“What can I get for you?" The nice-looking guy behind the bar asked us as his eyes roamed my body. If I was into regular guys and wasn’t so caught up in Gunner maybe I would be interested but a guy like him could never. I like niggas with boss type energy, not bartenders.
“We’ll have four lemon drops,” Mya yelled over the music.
“Coming right up.” He said and hurried off to make our drinks.
“Sis, I think we should go home. The trip was nice but the reason you came is a bust. Like I said up there, take your L and leave that man alone. You know the type of man Gunner and his brothers are. You already ruined any chance of working for them in the future. He’s only going to entertain your foolishness for so long.
” She told me with a worried expression.
“I hear you and I get it, but you don’t know Gunner like I do. This is what he does. He’ll find someone new to play with and then he comes back to me. He’ll be right back in my face before you know it. Watch and see. Plus, I have something that he wants.” I told her.
“Sis, be careful. I’m gonna leave tomorrow. I don’t want to be here to see you beg for a nigga’s attention, knowing he’s fucking with someone else. Think about this. When was the last time Gunner posted a woman other than his family on his socials?” I asked, sipping her drink.
I sat there quite unable to answer because we both knew the answer to that.
NONE. That meant he was really serious about her.
I couldn’t believe he had picked some chick with mental illness over me.
It was definitely something strange about her.
I mean the way she flipped on me at the party, that crazed look in her eyes.
And where the fuck did she get that box cutter she pulled out.
I mean who the fuck was she? That bitch was trouble, and I wasn’t about to sit around and let her take what was mine.
As soon as we left here tonight I was going to make it my mission to dig up every ounce of dirt I could find on that lunatic.
I’m sure it was a looney bin somewhere looking for a missing patient.
Sitting on the sidelines was never my style but maybe I could have a little fun while I lurked in the background.
Caroline County Medical Records – Confidential
Patient: Pepper Leila McKinney
DOB: 11/03/2000
Admitted: November 2016 – following the death of parents in an automobile accident.
Facility: St. Brigid Behavioral Health Institute.
Diagnosis: Antisocial personality with dissociative identity disorder with auditory hallucinations.
Treatment: Stabilization on medication regimen; individual and group therapy.
Duration of Stay: 6 months.
Discharge Notes: Patient expressed desire for “normalcy” and was released into the care of her paternal aunt and cousin. Continued outpatient therapy recommended.
I knew that there was something wrong with that bitch and after I had everything I needed, I would show Gunner who he was really choosing over her.
Colonel Richardson High Gazette
2016–2017 School Year
Two Accidents Raise Safety Concerns
Students and faculty at Colonel Richardson High School are reeling after a series of unusual incidents on campus this year.
In March, a science lab accident left one student with severe burns after equipment malfunctioned.
In April, an accidental poisoning happened when the kitchen distributed several ice coffees contaminated with mothballs to members of the cheerleading squad.
Just weeks later, a gymnasium collapse during after-school activities injured three students when faulty bleachers gave way.
Though both incidents were labeled accidents by school officials, whispers among students suggest “bad luck” seems to follow certain classmates.