Page 29 of We Could Be Better

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“Your girl tripping!”

“Yeah I know,” I said to Mina as we got ready to part ways.

“Yes;” I screamed and I saw a car pulling over to help me.

“Hey, do you need any help?”

“Yes sir.”

I turned away to grab my keys so I can open my trunk. When I turned back around I came face to face with Keith; he was the last person on this earth that I wanted to see. But I was happy right now because I really needed his help.

“What do you want Keith?”

“Is that a way to talk to someone that’s trying to help you?”

Now a part of me wanted to run away from his ass, but I had nowhere to go. Today of all days I decided to take the long route home; I usually went that way when I had a lot on my mind and wanted to think about a few things. That shit with Nik and Keem was too much for me to deal with.

“Come with me and don’t make any sounds.”

I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that damn snake and turn my back on him.

I was always aware of my surroundings, but I just figured he was done with his childish games.

We hadn’t seen or heard from him since he was blackmailing us with pictures of Paisley.

When I was with Keith he didn’t give me any signs of being a crazy person, so him holding a gun to my back forcing me in his car was mind blogging.

The ride to our destination was a quiet one; I didn’t know how I would get out of this jam.

Everything I had on me was left in my car and it was on side a road people barely road down.

Lord I wish I had Dreka if she was around this shit wouldn’t be going on; I knew for a fact Keem and Nik wouldn’t have been in that house that day then I wouldn’t have had to meet her.

I should’ve followed my first mind and went to the mall with Mina like she asked.

Instead of saying what I should’ve done; I needed to be praying I got out this nigga grip.