Treyvon was affiliated with gangs and drug dealers. He would always come home injured. U were sick of it so u decided to talk to him about it but he wouldn’t listen. After arguing for what felt like an eternity U decided to go upstairs. Later your friend asked u to go out and u decided it would fun . U wore a revealing dress and walked towards the door.

“Ion kno who u think is abt to let u go out like that but it aint me cuh”

He said with a smirk on his face as he looked you up and down