Dee

I'm home in the shower crying. The only three men I've ever loved want to kill. I know I was part of the reason my dad tortured Royal but I don't want him dead. I don't even have to be with him anymore, I just want him alive and living. It hurts bad because if they kill him, I'll feel guilty until I go to the grave. I just don't want something that bad on my heart.

I grab my razor and squirt shaving gel on my towel. The shower curtain flies off the bar. "What the hell?" I scream. Royal is glaring at me. He has stitches and burns everywhere.

"You was supposed to fuckin hold me down." he snarls. He pushes me to the shower wall. "Royal, move." I mumble. I'm literally pissing on myself, I'm so scared. "Why you ain't hold me down, huh, DeErra?" he growls in my ear. He wraps his hands around my neck. "Royal, please." I choke, staring at the gun he has between my legs. "One simple thing and you didn't even do it." he says. He picks me up and slams me into the tub.

He shoves the extended clip of the gun up my pūssy. I scream out in pain, punching him. "Oh my God, Royal please!" I beg. He punches me in my nose. "Bitch, shut up! You wanna die? That shit cocked!" he yells, then falls out laughing. My body goes numb as I cry. This nigga is rãping me with a fucking extendo. He pulls it out and wipes the bloòd from it on my face.

"Royal, why you doing this to me?" I sob. He slaps me then puts the gun to my head. "Try to fight and imma kill yo fuckin ass." he says. I would be raising hell but I got two kids to live for. I don't want him to kill me. I close my eyes tight as he forcefully räpes me. "I tried to keep you alive." I sob. He pops me in my mouth with the gun. "Shut up." he says. I scream as he tears my insides apart. Why me?

Roc

My head is so messed up. Mr. Santos and his team gon' kill her. I can't quit drinking for the life of me. I'm so stressed out. Two days went by and they still getting their plan together. She won't answer her phone. After a while, the number was completely disconnected. Mane, I'm fucked up all the way around. Cj and Hailey keep crying asking where she is. Shit, I even shed a couple tears. I grew up with that girl mane, she my kids' momma, and she was supposed to be my wife. Mane, we been through everything together. I don't give a fuck about none of that shit her momma and daddy on, something ain't right. She was mad but her love way stronger for me than it is for Royal and that's facts. Ain't no way in hell she would do that.

I get up and put my shoes on. I dropped the kids off at my brother house earlier. I don't want them to see me all down like this. I grab my keys and leave the house. I got Dee's address from her dad yesterday.

I just got to her house. Ain't no cars out there. I put my bullet proof vest on and grab my Ar-15 and pistol. I get out and walk to the door. I twist the door knob. It's locked. I step back and kick the door in. I step inside and walk through the crib. It's blood, glass, and pictures off the wall everywhere. The house fucked up. I hear something in the back. I go kick the bedroom door in. I step in and look around. The noise is coming from here. I open the closet door and search it. Ain't no clothes in there. I open the bathroom door. The noise is the shower running. The shower curtain is on the floor. It's blood and broken glass from the mirror everywhere. I look in the tub and freeze up. It's a big ass pool of blood in it. "Fuck!" I yell, then punch a hole in the wall.

I rush out and search the rest of the house. It's empty. Something shiny catches my eye. I look down at a ripped shirt with her necklace that matches mine tangled in it. I pick it up and stare at it. It's blood on it. My tears start dripping on it. This shit dead ass killin' a nigga.

When I find out what's happenin, imma set it off. That's on the bible. On my momma.

Dee

"Right there." Royal moans. He got a gun to my head making me suck his dıck in front of all his friends. They have their shit out waiting. I haven't seen daylight in days. I don't know where I am but I know it ain't California. He drugged me so I was knocked out the whole time. Tears slowly roll down my face as I please this sick ass nigga. He pulls out and sprays his səəds on my face. He pushes my head with the barrel of the gun. Him and his friends start joking and laughing about his spərm on my face. "Take a picture." the fat one says. Royal laughs and takes it. "Bitch you mine. Yo baby daddy bout to know that too." he says. "Royal, please." I beg. His friend Ro shoves his dıck in my mouth. They fall out laughing as he chøkes me with it. All I want it Chres right now. I want my kids but I'm doing this shit for them. He'll kill me and them if I don't and I can't risk that.

Mr. Santos

My blood is boiling. Tears roll down my face. I saw the house and I saw the picture. "He sent it from a fucking texting app so it can't be traced." Roc dryly says, shaking. "This nigga got my baby." Sierra sobs. I snatch the lamp and throw it to the wall. "Fuck!" I yell, throwing shit. "Where the fuck is my daughter?" I yell, falling over and crying. Can't shit make me cry but my wife and my children. I feel like my heart was torn out of my chest. I wouldn't wish this shit on my worse enemy. What is God doing this to me for? Is it cause of all the shit I've done to people? I don't deserve this shit.

Mico

I'm sitting in the back seat of my friend Chris' big brother's car. He's the same age as my big sister. I can't quit crying. My parents tried to hide it from me but everybody knows. Chris' brother Derrick is riding around looking for her. He a street dude too. My dad don't know but I'm looking too. That's my blood out there. She don't deserve that shit. Why couldn't it happen to me? She got kids to live for. "This shit hurt so fuckin bad." I cry. I accidentally saw that picture. I wanna kill Royal myself. He better pray I don't get to him before dad and Roc do because if I do, I'm gon be an eleven years old felon and that's on my momma.

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