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I wasn’t surprised that Dio backed out. It was just like the guys who joined Chi Kappa Chi.
They were dedicated and did not want to mess up their opportunity.
It was their frat over everything. All I wanted was something that showed Jesaiah was out here doing more than being the Dean of Pledges.
His ass was evil, and people needed to know.
I turned my phone’s light on and began moving around Jesaiah’s place. Oddly, it was clean as hell. It gave OCD serial killer vibes.
As I moved through his small apartment, the sound of the upstairs neighbors stomping and moving around reminded me of another reason why apartments weren’t for me.
I made my way to his room to see a neatly made bed.
The first thought was to fuck it up, but I wasn’t here to be petty.
The first place I looked was the nightstand beside his bed.
When I noticed a picture frame, I picked it up to see him, two older women who looked almost alike, another older lady, and a young girl whom I could have sworn I’d seen before. Probably another victim, I thought.
I set the picture down and began going through his drawers.
Socks, grinder, condoms, lube, papers, and pills.
I picked up the bottle of pills and stared at the name.
At first, I thought they were pills he may have gotten from Harlem, but it didn’t look like any I had seen him with.
I opened my phone and began entering the name to see what they were for when I heard the front door open and close.
Shit, shit, shit. I got so scared, I dropped the bottle, rushed to the closet and got in.
His footsteps grew closer until he was in the room.
“Paddle, paddle. Fuck did I put that paddle?” he muttered to himself.
When I glanced down at my phone, my light was still on. I struggled to turn it off when the description of the pills appeared on my screen. “What the fuck!” I yelled.
That was when the closet door went flying open. Jesaiah stood there looking like the monster he was. I began swinging on him.
“You’re sick!” I shouted.
“Calm your ass down! What are you doing in here?” he barked as he snatched me out of the closet.
I was hysterical, and the more he swung me around, the more enraged I became. Jesaiah tried calming me down, but how could I calm down when the man I’d been having sex with had a fucking disease? This time when he swung me, I felt my body fly into something, and it was lights out.