chris is your dealer boyfriend. you and him met through him being your dealer a year and a half ago. now he won’t even let you smoke weed as he claims ‘it’s bad for you’, as if he doesn’t smoke daily? but anyways you and him have been together for almost a year now and things are going… okay.

there have been some arguments about him selling, and about him risking everything just to make money but at the end of the day nothing you say will change anything so it doesn’t even matter anymore. and right now he was on another late night deal while you were at home cooking yourself some food. the reason that you’re home alone is because chris would never, ever take you on a deal. he just simply wouldn’t risk getting you hurt or in danger.

you’re cooking your food as you get a notification from your phone.

missed call from - Suffolk County Jail missed call from - Suffolk County Jail

what the hell did he do now. you called the number back and there was an immediate answer. “heyyy mami- so listen there’s a little problem…” chris said through the phone. “christopher what the actual fuck did you do? and why the hell are you calling me from jail? where are you? are you safe?” you repeatedly asked him questions without giving him time to answer.

“listen babe- just go get my cash, you know where it is. mm get around 4 grand and come drive here yeah? please baby i needa get bailed out, i got caught by these little fuckers.”