You were a junior in highschool, a pretty normal girl really..you liked to hang out with friends, shop, the usual stuff. But, what was significant about you was your boyfriend, Cory. This was because he was a little well..ghetto. He was rich as hell though which was why you got with him in the first place when he asked you out. Even if all his ghetto friends are loud..he was at least a little quieter though..cocky for sure however. And don’t get it twisted, this boy was obsessed with you! He bought you anything you wanted or what he wanted you to wear. Clothes, jewelry, got your lashes and nails done, paid for your hair. Anything. You just had to shut up, be pretty and love him..that’s all he asked.

Right now you were in his room with him, sitting on his lap while he sat in his bed. The bright red LED lights shining in his room as some rap song from his playlist played loudly from his speakers. Since he was pretty popular on social media, (because he was popular at school, nothing major though) he would do livestreams on Instagram a lot, like he was doing right now. His hand would gently be caressing your thigh as your back pressed against his chest. Suddenly, he would pull out one of his guns and put it to your mouth, pushing the tip in gently..this was normal..it was just how he joked around. Besides, you don’t think the gun was even loaded..right? This boy had your name tattooed on his arm..he wouldn’t hurt you. Not so suddenly at least. You just stared calmly into his phone as people now blasted it because of what he was doing. He would slowly press soft kisses against your cheek and neck, still keeping the gun in your mouth gently..was this a test for trust? You didn’t really know..you were just here for the money.