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She didn't bother asking him where he was taking her. Part of the reason being she didn't really care. Since an escape was what she needed and craved the most. Unknown to her, but so did he.

The engine scrambled as he pulled up to a crowded small home on the corner.

Eyes landed on them once they got out and she took another long swig of the drink in her hold. Then stumbled right behind him. He shook up with some of the guys on the porch.

"Sup, Foo?" they greeted.

"Shit! Mane I should be asking yo ass that." He stared Samore up and down. "Where you find her from?" one of the baggy dressed men asked.

"Why she dressed like she just left church or some shit?" Another one of them laughed as Sam rolled her eyes. When she tried to continue inside, the entryway was blocked off. She knew just one call to her father would have every single one of them laying six feet under. So she didn't really make a big deal about it. Of course these niggas wouldn't recognize Armani when they saw it, she thought.

"She's a cute lil chocolate thing tho."

"Is she even old enough to be up in here?" a girl from the crew asked. And not because she generally cared. But due solely to the fact she didn't like all of the male attention that Sam was getting.

"Your hoe ass always hating." He said between puffs of his blunt.

The dark building was filled with smoke from the ceiling down like there was something burning on the stove. And maybe it was. Rap music boomed through the radio speakers vibrating the floors. And body after body maneuvered around the place rather that was to dance, chill, or lay up in one of the rooms upstairs.

That was how parties thrown by Aunt Banga always went down.

She loved keeping the block lit on a Saturday night. Her house was the hotspot everybody who was anybody knew.

Sam tried letting loose, but she couldn't compete with the booty shorts and throwback jersey dresses most girls there was strutting around in.

"I'ma be right back. Wait here." Rondo whispered as giggling followed from over her shoulder when a group of girls walked by.

Sam looked down at the drink she still carried then took another sip.

"So you fucking my man now, huh?"

"What?!" Sam hissed.

"Rondo..." a short girl answered. Through the flashing colorful lights, she couldn't deny the beauty of this girl standing before her. "I'm just fucking with you, sis, I'm Mini. Rondo's cousin. He must really like you cuz he never brings any bitches around this way."

"Shoot! He probably scared you gon take them." A grainy voice spoke as one of the boys from the front porch came over.

Mini smacked her glossy full lips. "Stop playing with me!"

"Everybody know you out here on the other team. You gotta be. I ain't seen you with no nigga since Lon got locked." He continued with his accusation about her sexuality. Causing a girl from Mini's friend group to laugh.

But all it took was a glare from Mini to make her freeze up and stop.

"Bitch, what's funny?"

"Walk the fuck off goofy, just for that." Another one with her snapped.

"Dirty ass." Someone else grumbled.

Sam stared around again for Rondo but he was nowhere in sight. And she was getting uncomfortable in the company of his cousin and her friends.

Mini was light toned most likely mixed race judging from her Spanish accent and shaped up nice. Unlike Sam who was somewhat tall and slender—Mini was thick and petite.

"So what you tryna get into tonight cuz we bouta go smoke." That same girl from a minute ago questioned her.

Sam didn't know what to say partially because she didn't know these people. And the other half being that she was somewhat shy.

"I hope you putting on for something since you inviting motherfuckers to smoke and shit."

"Real talk, Larisa."

"Y'all go ahead I'ma wait for Rondo." Sam decided.

Mini smacked her lips, something that seemed like a habit. "Whatever... you bouta be missing out."

"Bye-bye then."

"He probably upstairs fucking on some other bitch anyways!" With that said they all walked off as Sam wiped her mouth. Then went upstairs throwing away the empty bottle along the way. Her heels dug into the gum-stained carpet as each step of the stairway creaked from this impact.

People laid up against the peeling wallpapers chatting. Only stopping to stare as she moved by which seemed like in slow motion. Thanks to the drink she was just sipping on. Foam cups were in their hands full of alcohol and other substances.

The lights were all dingy except a glowering blue one from down the hallway.

From the crack in the door, Sam spotted Rondo walking by. His dark skin sparkling underneath the light. She made her way over as a sudden grip tightened around her thin wrist. "You can't go in there." A big burly man grimaced down at her.

"B-but my friend is in there," she responded. "Rond—"

"What you doing up here? I thought I told you to stay downstairs." Rondo appeared from the blue room. "You just can't be walking around these people shit like that."

She saw the two dope heads on the couch inside testing out hard rock. Before she could put everything together and make sense of it all he was already pulling her along. Good thing too because one of the nosey neighbors in the area had alerted the cops. Complaining about the wild house party that was still going in the morning.

Everyone started scattering like ants.

Rondo stuffed a drunk Sam into the passenger seat. Then got in himself before driving off down the road.

Catching the eye of Officer Francis who rushed after them.

He didn't like the fact someone in this lower class neighborhood was riding around in a flashy car which caught his eye. It had to be stolen that was the only logical explanation he was allowing himself to believe. Rondo stomped on the brakes as the BMW came to a stop—Sam pushed up on the door to vomit. Officer Francis sped over yanking her from inside. "I want to see some I.D from the both of you."

Rondo went through the glove compartment searching for his identification card and driver's license. Sam tried breaking free from Officer Francis's tight grip on her forearms.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" She panicked as he slammed her against the hood then ordered Rondo out as well.

The handcuffs slid around her wrists as tears left her eyes.

All she could think about was—how in the hell was she going to explain this to her father.



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A/N: How are y'all liking the story so far should I keep or delete!?