𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝟏 - Pilot

Yo life ain't been no fairy tail, no matta how pretty you look on the outside. Don't let the face or da body fool yall—yo past is a mess. If you could go back n fix anythang, it'd be yo past. You was deep in wit drug dealers & street niggas, seen shit that'll haunt you foeva. & yea, you even stole from dis thug once. Can't even memba his name now, but you regret it wit everythang in you.

You had dis deadbeat boyfriend, too. Useless as fuck. Didn't help bay no bills, didn't do nun but cheat on you & drag you down.

But let me fast forward to tonite. It was js a normal day, goin to work doin yo thang. But dat night, everythang changed. You was at the gas station, fillin up yo tank, mindin yo business when this nigga tapped on yo shoulder askin fo change. You turned around & sized him up. Dude had a whole Rolex watch & Cuban link on. Didn't look like he needed no change, but who is you to judge? So, you said yes n reached in yo purse to find sumn change.

Next thing you know, you hear him say sorry, & you feel a cloth ova yo mouth. Everythang went black afta that. When you woke up, you was in a dark-ass basement, barely any light. Tried to move, but yoy was tied to a chair. Panic set in, & you yelled out, "Hello? Anybody in this mothafucka!?"

Suddenly, you felt hands on yo shoulders , & a deep-ass voice said, "Chill the fuck out. You screamin way to damn loud fo sumn female. You probably finna wake the whole neighborhood up wit yo loud ass." You went quiet, lettin him talk. But damn, his voice was fine as hell. You asked him who he was & why he kidnapped you.

This nigga had the audacity to say, "You aint no kid. You a grown-ass women, so this don't count as no kidnappin. But cut the small talk, where my money at, B?"

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋