I'd end my days with you

We were still inside that place when we heard footsteps. I looked at Frank with a scared look. "Shh. Don't make any noise." He whispered and I nodded. Then he looked around and then stopped his sight on a closet. "Come, follow me, let's hide there." He whispered and then started to slowly and carefully walk to the closest. I followed him trying my best to not make a noise. When we were in front of the closet, Frank seemed to doubt for a moment but then he slowly opened it. "Get in there." He said in a whisper. "And you?" I asked whispering. "I'll enter after you." He answered. "But it's very little for the both of us." I said. "Get inside, girl." He said and I came inside. Then Frank somehow managed to enter too and close the door behind him.

The space was very small and we were very close and in very uncomfortable positions. "I'm going to move, I'm uncomfortable." I whispered. "Okay but try Yo don't make a noise, we don't who or what could be out there." He whispered back. I tried to move my left foot backwards but I couldn't so I grabbed something to help me to move. "Oh god." Frank suddenly said. "What happens?" I asked scared he saw something outside and trying to move again. "Just take... god." He said. "Frank, what the fuck?" I asked even more scared. "Just take what?" I insisted. "Your hand of my cock." He said. Fuck. I quickly moved my hand away and stayed frozen. "Sorry, I couldn't see anything, I was just trying to move, I didn't know tha-" I started saying but Frank interrupted me. "Shhh." He said. Then we heard the footsteps just outside the closet.

Frank tried to look through a little hole that the door of the closet had. I wanted to see too but I refused to move more inside that closet. Then I heard the footsteps walk away and Frank stopped looking through the hole. "It was your friend." Frank said. Friend? I don't have friends. "Who?" I asked confused. "The one with the afro." He explained. "Oh, so you mean Ray. Fuck." I said. "Why does he want to kill you?" Frank asked. "I don't really know. I think he hates me." I said more to myself than to Frank. "But you can't run from him eternally." He said. "I know that. But I don't what to do." I said. "Why don't you FAKE YOUR DEATH?" He suggested. "How?" I asked.

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