Benji
Looking out the window of the dorm room, I begin to worry. I shouldn't have let Farrah walk out of here. I should have stomped down the hall and pulled her back in this f*****g room. Demanded she get her s**t and leave. It's been hours since she left, and I'm starting to worry. Grabbing my phone, I try to dial her, but it goes to voicemail. s**t!
Sliding on my jeans and shirt, I grab my gun and slide it into my waistband. The hair on my neck stands on it as a cold chill rushes through the hot room. Something bad is going to happen tonight, I can feel it.
Whatever Harley had going on here. It's done. We're heading home.
Heading to the corner of her room I grab her leather bag, and a gun falls to the floor.
“What the f**k?" I Crouch down, inspecting it.
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