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Bye." I walk to the door of the house and put the keys in. The door is already open. "The fuck?" I say.

"Is everything okay?" asks Jake.

"Er, yeah. Just, the doors already open."

"Should it be?"

"No." I reply slowly. He walks up to me. I take the keys out the door and he slowly pushes the door. I gasp at the sight.

The house is mash up. The mirror is smashed, there is graffiti on the walls. Glass is strewn on the floor. I walk carefully into the living room. The TV is smashed, the couches have been slit and tatted up. The house is a mess. I go into the kitchen. There are broken plates and bowls everywhere. Food is everywhere, eggs are splattered on the walls. I rush upstairs to find the bedrooms in ruins. Graffiti is all over the house. Most of the graffiti says DDK but one was there that was longer in neater writing. It read:

"Dis is wat you get for getting SS to mess with us. Tell dem to back off. If dey don't, dere will be a war. And you best believe DDK will win it. DDK out." I gasp and call Trey and Sean. They arrive in no more than 5 minutes which means they were speeding like crazy, as they work 25 minutes away. They are in shock too. Patrice and James show up too. They all go into the living room and discuss for like, 10 minutes. They then come back upstairs to where I was.

"Get your intact stuff Shanae." says Patrice.

"Why?"

"You're coming to live with us." she replies. The fuck she mean 'You're coming to live with us?'

"What!?"

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"What'd you mean 'what'? What'd I say? You're coming to live with us." answers Patrice. I shake my head furiously.

"No I'm not." I object.

"Yes you are."

"No! How - why would you- I can't- I'm not leaving!" I stutter.

"We've made our decision."

"You mean, you've made you're decision. I didn't agree to this! Trey and Sean certainly didn't!" Sean raises his hand and I look at him.

"Er, actually, we did." he says.

"What! How could you- why would you - I don't unders- how could you side with them?" I stutter.

"It's for the best." pipes Trey.

"For the best!?"

"No harm will come to you when you live with us. It will be safer for you to live with us." says Patrice.

"But I don't want to leave!" tears spring to my eyes.

"Shanae you have to." says Trey gently.

"No! All my friends are here! My school is here, you're here!" I say to Trey. He pulls me into a hug. "I don't want to leave you behind." I sob clinging onto him.

"We can visit each other." he says. I shake my head.

"But I want to live with you." I mumble into his stomach. Yeah, I only come up to his stomach.

"You can't."

"Please don't say that, Trey. I can."

"Shanae-"

"Please Trey. I don't want to go." he stays silent holding me tighter.

"Shanae, please don't make this harder than it already is." he finally says, his voice wobbly.

"I'm not leaving." I mutter miserably. He let's go of me and I look up into his eyes. They are red and I can tell he is trying to keep himself together in front of me. "Sean, tell him I'm not leaving." I say, turning to Sean.

"I'm gonna miss you Shanae." he says.

"Sean-"

"We had some really fun times together."

"Sean don't-"

"I'm sorry, you can't stay here." he says bluntly, an emotionless expression on his face.

"Well what if I go and live with Reuben?"

"No."

"No!?"

"Exactly."

"But why?"

"You're going to live with mum and dad." He answers.

"No! First of all, they ain't my mum and dad. And I refuse to live with those people! I refuse to live with James!"

"There is no other way." says Patrice.

"No other way!? I just gave you another way!"

"Which is not suitable." she answers.

"What's not suitable is living in the same house as that!" I object.

"Listen Shanae-" starts James.

"Don't fucking talk to me!" I scream at him.

"Shanae, there's no need-" starts Patrice.

"No need!? Have you already forgotten what he did to me?! I'm NOT, living with him!" I yell.

"Sam please-" starts Trey, placing a hand on my shoulder. I whip around and face him.

"Don't call me 'Sam', you fucking traitor!" I spat.

"Shanae!" gasps Patrice.

"I'm not living with you." I say to her.

"Grab your stuff Shanae."

"I'm not living with you." I repeat.

"Fine. Trey, Sean, do it for her." she commands. They go to my room.

"I'm not living with you."

"You're not living here."

"I'm not living with you."

"You're not living with Reuben."

"I'm not living with you." I stare at her.

"Look at your face, you got beat up."

"I'm not living with you."

"It's safer to live with us."

"I'm not living with you."

"It's for the better."

"I'm not living with you."

"You'll thank us in the long run."

"I'm not living with you." she stares at me.

"Boys are you done?" she yells.

"Yeah." says Sean, exiting my room. They are holding bags of my stuff.

"I'm not living with you." I say, taking a bag and throwing it back in my room.

"Come on Shanae." she grabs my wrist.

"Get off. I'm not going." I pull my arm back.

"You're coming to live with us."

"I'm not!"

"You are." she grabs my arms, hard.

"No!" I object. "I can't just leave!"

"Yes you can." says Patrice, pulling me.

"I can't leave my friends! I can't leave school!"

"Well you are."

"No! I can't leave Reuben!"

"You can, and are. Whoever this Reuben guy is."

"But he's my baby's father! He said he'll be there for me! I can't leave him!" I sob.

"So you are pregnant." I turn around and Jake is standing there, staring at me. Crap, I forgot he was still here.

"Jake."

"You're pregnant."

"I didn't realise you were still here."

"Murder got you pregnant?"

"Jake, please don't tell anyone." Patrice starts pulling me down the stairs as Trey and Sean fill up the car with my stuff and James starts up the car.

"But you said you two ain't had sex."

"Jake stop."

"So how'd you get pregnant if you didn't have sex?" he asks, following me down the stairs.

"Jake please."

"He didn't." he stops in his tracks.

"Jake-"

"He did, didn't he?"

"Jake-"

"Of course he did, he's Murder!" he exclaims, following us outside.

"Please don't tell anyone." I beg. He sighs.

"I won't." he stares into my eyes. "I promise." I nod. We walk to a grey Audi RS7 Sportback. Patrice opened the car door for me.

"Patrice please don't make me leave. I can't leave my people. I can't leave my boyfriend in the lurch. Please." I beg tears streaming down my face. She looks at me and her face softens. For a second, it looks like she's gonna let me stay. She suddenly slaps me right where Tashard punched me. I let out a loud cry as intense pain radiated through my cheek.

"GET IN THE FUCKING CAR NOW!" she screams. Man that fucking hurt! Jake stood in between us, pushing me behind him.

"Hey, hey! There's no need for that! I understand discipline, but there was no need to slap her." he says.

"The fuck are you?!" she asks rudely.

"I'm her friend."

"Well don't tell me how to be a gotdamn parent! All you think you're the shit! Fucking hoodrat!"

"Patrice!" I gasp in shock.

"What the!?" she peeks out from in front of Jake. She looks at me with fire in her eyes. "I thought I told you to get in the fucking car!" she lunges for me. He pushes me behind him again by pushing my waist. He keeps his hand there as he stares at Patrice.

"Shanae get in the car." says Jake. I look at him astonished.

"What?" I whisper. He turns around.

"Shanae, I'm scared that if you don't do what she wants, she's gonna kill you. And here's no good for you anymore. I mean, DDK is a major threat to you and South Souljas now. It's better if you go." The fuck is this nigga talking about?

"Jake-"

"Here." he reaches into his pocket and puts a crumpled post it note in my blazer breast pocket.

"What-"

"It's my number. Call me yeah?"

"Jake I'm not-"

"You have to." he says. My eyes well up.

"But-"

"Imma miss you even though I don't really know you." he laughs sadly. He pulls me into a tight hug. He releases me and stands back.

"Get in the car." Patrice says quietly.

"That's kidnapping."

"Shanae-"

"Please-"

"Boys." She says. She sits in the passenger seat. Trey and Sean approach me. They pick me up. Sean holds my legs and Trey holds my upper body. Only then did I realise that they were going to put me in the car.

"No!" I sob. I kick hard and squirm around in their insanely tight grip. "Please please please please please please please!" I beg. They continue putting me in the car. "No no no no no no no no no!" They put me in the car and quickly close the door. They stand with Jake. I sit up and put my hand on the window, crying my eyes out.

"STOP FUCKING CRYING!" She screams. The car starts moving and I cry harder, staring at what I'm leaving behind. I stare at the boys till they are out of sight. I turn around to the front of the car, muffling my crying by keeping my lips pressed tightly together. Patrice turns around to me.

"Now was that so hard?" she asks.

We drive for what seems like forever! The ride is silent and I fall asleep quickly. I am woken up by the vibrating of my phone. I pull it out of my blazer pocket and look at the screen. I had 34 messages and 18 missed calls. My phone stopped vibrating and then it started again, almost immediately after.

"Hello?" I whisper.

"Oh my days, where are you?! I've been so worried! You ain't answered your texts, you ain't called back! I called everyone asking if they had seen you! I asked Sharnell, Reuben, Mikey, Abigail, Luther, Iana, Michaela, Shania, Mohammad, Eric, Darby, Dipsy, Amanda, Cat; I asked everyone! I went to your yard you know! No one opened the door even though I saw your brothers cars out front. I think they were ignoring me. But why didn't you open the door! I've been thinking the worst, like what if she's dead, what if she's hurt! Why did you get me so worried man! That's not kind; almost giving me a flipping heart attack!" Courtnee rambled on speaking so fast!

"I've left." I say, looking out the window.

"Left? What do you mean you've left?" she asks. I sigh.

"I've left the ends." I answer. She stays quiet.

"For what reason, may I ask?" she says formally. I sigh and explain the situation to her.

"Ah what! You didn't even tell me!"

"You think I had time to?"

"Well, no. I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"I'm gonna miss you." she says. I tear up.

"Oh, imma miss you too!"

"Oh my days, but what about Reuben?" I sigh again.

"I know."

"But what about the baby?"

"I know."

"This is messed up man."

"I didn't want to leave."

"Yeah. Where are you moving to?"

"I don't even know where I'm moving to." I reply.

"You're moving to Kensington and Chelsea." pipes James.

"Did I ask for you to tell me?" I say rudely.

"Who was that guy?" asks Courtnee.

"James." I muttered.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"That prick!"

"Ya know!"

"Courtnee! Chica you better get your ass in here!" shouts someone in the background.

"Who's that?" I ask.

"My mum."

"Don't make me repeat myself child!" her mum shouts.

"Ah shit." she mutters.

"Ay!" starts her mother. "You better watch your fucking mouth." I laugh.

"Don't laugh, it's not funny you know."

"COURTNEE!" her mother yells.

"Coming Mama." says Courtnee. "Shanae, I gotta go yeah. Bell me later if I'm not dead." I laugh.

"Yeah I will. Bye."

"Bye." I cut off the phone.

We soon pull up to a huge house. It has a huge front garden with pebble pavement leading up to the front door. It has prestige black and gold fencing. We drive up to the white garage. James pulls out a small remote and points it at the garage. He presses a button and the doors open. He slowly drives into the garage.

"Welcome to your new home." says Patrice. She and James unbuckle themselves and get out of the car. Patrice opens the door for me. "Well get out then." she says. I slowly and uneasily clamber out of the car. James presses the button on his keys and the car locks. He closes the garage doors.

We walk to a birch wooden door. Patrice looks at me and opens it. We walk out the door and into a narrow hallway. The walls are white and the floor is birch. We turn the corner into a wide hallway with the same design. Patrice tells James to get my stuff and put it in my room. I look at the massive living room in the distance and gasp. Patrice looks back at me and laughs. We walk into the living room. Oh my days, when I say this place is massive, I ain't lying. The walls are a dark, matt grey. There is a large white fluffy rug in the middle of the room. A grey coffee table sits on it. There are white couches, one on the far side, and one next to the hallway, where I were stood. There was a black, large flat screen TV in the distance. The floor under the rug was also birch. There is a white staircase with a white barrier and a birch hand rail. The living room has no ceiling, only the roof. This gave the room a free feeling. Patrice taps my shoulder and I look at her.

"Come." she says. She takes my right hand and walks with me up the white carpeted stairs. When we reach the top of the stairs, there is another hallway. We walk to the very end of the hallway and turn to the right. "This is your room." she says opening the door for me.

I walk into the room. It's large. In the centre of the room is a Queen sized bed with white dressing. There is a white desk by the window and a chest of drawers next to the door. A door is on the far wall behind, but to the right of the bed. I open it to find a clothes rail and some wooden hangers. On the other wall is a door. I open it to find an en suite bathroom. There is a white bath, a shower and the floors and part of the wall where the bath is, was tiled with orangey marble tiles.

"You like it?" asks Patrice behind me. Shit, hell yeah I like it. But I ain't telling her that.

"I want to go home." I say, turning round to her. She sighs and walks over to the bed. She pats the space next to her and I walk over, sitting down.

"Look. We wouldn't have come up with the decision to move you here if we didn't think it necessary. With all that drama down there, how would you have gotten through school? How would you have walked down the road without the threat of getting attacked by that gang? You'll find new friends. We'll find you a school. Everything's going to be fine, okay?" I stay silent and look at the floor. She slowly wraps her arms around me briefly, creating an awkward hug. She stands up and walks out the room, closing the door behind her. I stay on the bed, tucking myself in after I change into my pyjamas. I am laying/sitting on the bed, playing flappy bird on my phone when there is a knock on the door. The door slowly opens revealing James, holding a tray. I quickly put down my phone and press myself into the bed.

"Go please." I say to him. He steps into the room. "James-"

"I thought I should bring you something to eat since it's late and you haven't eaten."

"I don't want anything from you."

"Shanae-"

"I don't want your money, I don't want your respect. I don't want you in my life, I don't want to be in the same room with you or roof. I don't even want to be your daughter." I spat. He stood there taken aback.

"Shanae-"

"Can you leave please?"

"I just want to talk." he says, setting the tray down onto the desk.

"Talk!? Talk about what?!"

"About what happened, about us."

"Us?! There is no us! And as for what happened, you're so lucky I ain't had your arse locked up for what you did to me!"

"Shanae-"

"You make me sick! What kind of father does such a thing to his daughter!"

"I know I'm not the best father in the world-"

"Best father? You're no father! No father would do such horrible things to his daughter! A father wouldn't cuss his daughter out, touch her up, assault her and stick his tongue down her throat!" I yell at him, hot tears running down my face.

"Look I'm sorry!"

"No you're not."

"I am. Can we please just talk?" he begs.

"I have no words to say to you." I say harshly looking at the bathroom door. He sighs and I feel his pleading eyes on me. He stares for a little longer and sadly turns around and heads out the room, closing the door behind him. I suddenly feel hungry as the smell of waffles and hot chocolate drifts to my nose. I climb out of bed and walk over to the desk. I devour the food instantly and get into bed. I'm almost asleep when a though strikes my mind, popping my eyes open. I still haven't called Jake. Or Reuben. I take the post it note out of my blazer pocket and dial the number. It stops ringing almost immediately.

"Shanae?" he asks hastily. I move my head back taken aback by the desperation in his voice.

"Yeaaah.." I reply slowly. He let's out a sigh.

"I've been waiting for you to call me since you left." he says.

"You have?"

"Yeah. I was mad worried."

"Really?"

"Yeah man. Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Where'd you get moved to."

"Kensington and Chelsea."

"Sweardown?"

"Mad ting." I answer. We laugh.

"I've seen there. There's this one house, it's massive right. It's all white with a huge front garden, a pebbled walkway, black gates-"

"That's the house."

"What?" he asks stunned.

"That's my parents house. I'm living there now."

"Oh my days, you are so inviting me over there." he says. I laugh.

"Slow your ropes, Young Buck. I ain't even seen the whole house yet." We continue talking and he tells me about how Trey and Sean are going to bring the remainder of my stuff over tomorrow. I hang up the phone and fall asleep.

The next day

I awake to sunlight streaming in through the window. I groan and close my eyes. My eyes pop open as I realise I haven't called Reuben yet. I search my bed for my phone and dial his number.

"Hello?" he asks in that sexy morning voice.

"Reuben?"

"Shanae? Babe I miss you! I heard you moved from ends." he says. I explain the situation to him.

"DDK said that yeah?" I nod like he can see me. I roll my eyes realising he can't. He laughs.

"I can't see you, you know?" He knows me so well. A grin appears on my face.

"And now I can tell you're smiling." The heck? I stop smiling. He laughs again. "You just frowned... didn't you?" My eyes pop out of my head. "He busts out laughing. "And now you're doing that face right? That face where your eyes are mad big! Looooool, I love that face." I get out of bed and look out the window to see if he's watching me.

"No, I ain't watching you, calm yourself." he sighs. I laugh.

"I wanted to come and stay with you." I inform him.

"Why didn't you? You know I'd love to live with you. Get us ready for the married life, you know?" we laugh together.

"They said no."

"Oh. Well can you come and see me then? I want to hold you in my arms."

"I'd love that. But I don't know how to get there from here."

"I'll pick you up."

"You don't know where I live."

"I'll figure it out."

"Er okay."

"Well get ready. I'll be there in like an hour."

"Okay."

"Imma go now, babe. I love you."

"Love you too Rubes."

"Mm. And tell my baby I said hi." he adds. I laugh.

"I will. Bye."

"Bye." I hang up and go to the bathroom.

I do my hygiene stuff and put on a long sleeved flower printed front zip blouse. The wrists of the sleeves were black, and so was the collar. I tuck it loosely into my black leather skater skirt. I put my hair up in a high sock bun. I do light makeup, only putting on eyeliner. I put on trainer socks and put on my cobalt blue leather high top converses (A/N: They don't really exist but I see em in my head and they look banging!) I then pick up my cobalt blue structured handbag. I open the door and run down the stairs.

Oh crap. I don't know where the kitchen is and I'm mad hungry. Are any of them home? After wondering around the house for 5 minutes, I find it. Just like every other room in this blooming house, the kitchen is big. I go to the fridge and grab some eggs and the spinach. I make myself a spinach omelette. After I finish it, I wash up. I sit in the living room, patiently waiting for Reuben. Suddenly, an alarm rings. Patrice runs down the stairs, a red silk robe wrapped around her.

"Intruder!" she shouts.

"What?"

"Someone is on the property!" she shouts again. She goes to this little thing stuck on the wall and presses some buttons. The alarm stops.

"I guarantee there is no intruder." I say confidently. There is a knock on the door. Me and Patrice look at it.

"See! Intruder!" she whisper yells.

"There's no intruder, it's probably the mail man, or a delivery."

"But we have a gate remember?" I think for a second. Oh yeah! They do as well! Some high prestige looking gates, I remember now.

"But why would an intruder knock?" I ask. She shrugs. I sigh and stand up walking to the door.

"What are you doing?!" she whisper yells.

"Looking to see who it is, what does it look like?"

"No no!" she says as I put my hand on the handle.

"What?"

"Don't open it!" I sigh. It's fine. I took taekwondo. Calm yourself alright?" I open the door and there stands my Knight in shining armour.

"Baby!" I jump on him and he holds onto me chuckling, while I cling onto him. He's wearing a grey hoodie, grey jogging bottoms and black air forces.

"Shanae!" he says. I start crying. "Yo, yo! Why are you crying? I'm here ain't I?"

"Yeah." I reply, wiping my eyes, once he puts me down. "That's why. I missed you."

"Oh okay. But I don't want to see you cry. You're with me now, I ain't gonna bring you nothing but happiness yeah?" he says resting his arm on my shoulders. I nod. We turn around into the house. We step through the doors.

"Excuse me, who is this hood rat?" asks Patrice.

"Hood rat?" says Reuben, taken aback by the disrespect.

"Yeah, this intruder that set off the alarm."

"How'd he set off the alarm?" I ask.

"There are pressure sensors. We didn't turn them off and he triggered the alarm by activating one."

"This is Reuben." I inform her. She instantly screwed him.

"You're the one that raped my daughter?"

"Mrs Kelsey, I'm not proud of my actions but-"

"You got her pregnant!"

"I know. And I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure she and the baby-"

"Get out of my house." she said in a cold tone.

"What?" he asked perplexed.

"I don't want you to step foot into my house again. This might be your first time here, but it's also your last. How can you even think of coming in here after you did what you did to her. I don't want to see you again." she replied in the same cold tone. Her eyes were teary.

"Patrice-" I started.

"Just get out!" she yelled at him. A thought clicked in my head and I turned to him.

"How did you get in the front garden?"

"Well the door in the gate weren't opening so I jumped the gate."

"Jumped it? But it's like 3 metres tall!" he smirked at me.

"I know." His smile falters.

"I did fall a couple times and slip while I was doing it, but hey! I'd do anything for you!"

"Aww!" I kiss his cheek. I go to the couch and pick up my bag. "Let's go." I hold his hand and we proceed to walk out of the door.

"Wait!" exclaims Patrice. She takes something out of her robe pocket. "Here." she hands me a set of keys. I nod a thank you. I ask her to open the door of the gate. She does and we walk out of the house. We walk to the door of the gate, with Patrice following behind us.

"What are you doing? I ask turning to her.

"I'm seeing you off. Bye." she says. We walk out the gate and Reuben opens the car door for me. He gets in and starts playing music really loud. He turns the car around and I watch Patrice stare at us in awe as Reuben speeds off.

At Reubens Yard

I'm so glad to be back in this place again, even though it's not even been a full day since I left. As soon as we got in the flat, Reuben carried me on his shoulder an whirled me around as I screamed with delight. He takes me upstairs and gently puts me on the floor. I smile at him. He stares at me for like, 4 minutes straight, no lie!

"What?" I ask.

"You're so gorgeous." He whispers seductively. I giggle.

"Thank you." I smile. "You're pretty good looking yourself." He frowns.

"Good looking? Girl please, I've got the face of a God!" We burst out laughing. He suddenly latches his lips onto mine, gently holding my neck with his right hand. We stand there, kissing passionately. We walk slowly to the bed. I pull myself up the bed, Reuben on top of me. We kiss still, him in between my legs. He suddenly grabs my legs wrapping them around his hips. I moan as his hardness presses on my skirt, shorts and panties. He grinds on me countless times, causing me to moan with each grind. He slowly places his hand on the inside of my thigh, watching me to see if I'm alright. I hesitate slightly, and he quickly places his hand on the outside of my thigh, rubbing it gently. I stop kissing him and frown, growing more hesitant. He looks up at me.

"Look, we don't need to. We don't need to have fun if you don't want to." he says.

"I don't." I reply immediately. He nods and gets off me. I quickly swing my legs over the bed, sitting on the edge. I look down fidgeting with my hands.

"Shanae, are you alright?" he asks. I shake my head. A tear escapes my eye and I break down silently. He moves to me. "Hey what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he gets off the bed and squats down in front of me. He takes my hand and looks at me with worry.

"I just-you-my dad. I'm not- I'm not over it yet." I reply crying. He nods.

"I'm so sorry Shanae. I really am. I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry I hurt you baby, please forgive me for it, I know you haven't. Not a day goes by where I don't regret it. I wish I treated you better, I wish I was a better boyfriend. I love you Shanae, from the bottom of my heart babe. I love you more than anything in the world. You're my everything , I'd do anything for you. You're such an amazing person, I don't deserve someone as good as you. I'm so happy you chose to be with me again. Imma wife you up one day, and we'll have bare little us'. I won't ever leave your side. I'll be the best husband in the world, you will see." he rambled sadly. I hug him tightly. I let go and wipe my eyes.

"You alright now?" he asks. I nod. "Good. Cos we're going out." he stands up and grabs my hand. He pulls me off the bed and grins at me. We walk out the room down the stairs. I grab my bag and we head out.

Oh my gosh, we had so much fun! We shopped for hours! We had a kazillion bags! We went Topshop, River Island, New Look, Zara, Debenhams, Marks and Spencer, JD, Mango, H&M, Aldo, bare other shops, and of course, the most faithful Primark. We walked to the car smiling and laughing.

"Oh my days, Reuben, I had so much fun!"

"Yeah I did too." he replies unlocking the car. We chuck the bags in the boot.

"But you didn't have to buy me all this."

"I wanted to. It's about time you spruced up your wardrobe. Even though you do look mighty fine in them jogging bottoms."

"HA! You're funny mate!"

"I know, but I'm just telling the truth. I love you, and it's time I start showing you that."

"Aww!" I coo. "That's so swe-" I stopped as there was a loud noise and Reuben fell to the floor. "Babe," I kneeled down to him and stroked his forehead as he groaned in pain. "Are you oka-" I stopped as the air got caught in my throat. The sound of a safety lock being taken off a gun scared me. I lifted my head up slowly and turned around. A gun was pointed in my face. I gulped. An arm clasped around mine tightly and pulled me up to standing position. On the other end of the gun stood a guy from DDK. He lowered his gun when he saw the look on my face. He smiled.

"Wag wan, baby girl. You think I don't remember what you got you boyfriend here to do to my brother?" he asked. I stayed silent. He raised his gun slowly and I reacted. I grabbed his hand and twisted it, making him yelp in pain. I took the gun and placed it in my skirt. He tried punching me and I dodged. I punched him twice in the face, before finishing him off with a spinning kick. He fell to the floor as I held his gun in my hands and pointed it at him. Someone came and tackled me from behind, causing me to drop the gun and fall to the floor. I kick the other DDK member off of me and stand up as he clutches his chest where I kicked him. I crescent kick him multiple times and he falls to the floor.

"Ay get her fam!" shouts the dead dudes brother. My arms are taken and stuck behind my back, a knife held to my throat. "Get him too." he says referring to Reuben. A black sack goes over Reubens head as DDK members help him to stand up.

"No!" I cry.

"Bag her then." says the guy. A member puts a sack over my head. I feel a great weight on my head before I slip out of consciousnesses.

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Hi guys that are still reading this! Oh my days, it's been ages since I last updated this. Sorry! I have my English mock on Monday and I gotta you know revise language features and all of that. Um, I can't really recall what happened in this chapter... Oh yeah! So Shanae's been relocated! Her mum's something else int she? Yeah, not ain't, int. Ooh, DDK kidnapped them, mad ting. Shanae and Reuben ay? Ay? I'm working on Chapter 14 so watch out for that. Um, thank you to all you beautiful people reading this! Shout out to my shorties, you know how we do! Thank you @Yonnie_ for all the support, luh ya boo! Y'all know what to do: Comment, Vote, Follow Me, Share, you better share.