When were just halfway through our trip that morning, the taxi stopped and the driver was told to leave the car and disappear. It was a hijacking, and because I had never seen a real gun with my own eyes before, I was literally half dead at that time. The new guy drove us to where we were going, but he didn’t deliver me. Instead, he went to a new destination with me.

I knew right there and then that I was going to die. When we got there, I saw a warehouse full of boxes and big cans of acid. The place was so huge that I was already tired of scanning it before we got off the taxi, but one thing that stood out to me was the bad smell that hit my face as soon as we entered.

Inside the warehouse, I met a guy in a blue jacket with tracksuit pants, and I immediately wished my man was there to protect me. Instead of talking, I started screaming.

“Do you all don’t know who I am?” I screamed. “I’m the girlfriend of the biggest drug dealer in town, and I’m sure you wouldn’t wanna mess with someone like that. He won’t even think twice before killing you for what you did to me.”

I kept on blabbering nonsense until the guy took off his cap, and there was Craig the drug dealer himself, the same person I was running away from. I was so furious and scared when I saw that, but his men were there, and I was helpless.

“What the heck do you want from me?” I asked.

Instead of answering me, Craig just looked at me and shook his head as an indication for his men to give us privacy. He then held my hand and started speaking. “You know I love you, right?” he asked, and I just nodded my head to indicate a yes. Then, out of nowhere, he looked away and told me how sorry he was about everything.

After a while, he told me that it was a dark night, and he was drunk. “I was on my way to see you,” he said. “I was drinking and driving, when out of nowhere, I hit a person. I then stopped the car and looked back, and there she lay, on the floor with her curves and thick ass. I was frozen I couldn’t think, and all that came to my head was just a plan to escape.”

He then paused for a while, then continued talking.

“But I just couldn’t leave her there,” he continued. “What if the police came and it all led to me somehow or the other? That’s when I decided to take her with me and tell my family to help me deal with the body, and that’s exactly what happened. We buried her behind her house, right next to her grandma. It was a struggle for us because we had to enter the house when nobody was gathered, and we also had to be as fast as possible, then get rid of any funny proof that might lead to us. We made sure it was not visible that we had dug there, and trust me babe, I never meant to do all that.”

While he was speaking, I looked into his eyes with anger, rage, and pain, but I was helpless, weak, and heartbroken. I couldn’t talk, but I wanted to say a lot. I wanted to scream I … never mind …

My love for him disappointed me again. I couldn’t get mad at him, though, even after what he had just said to me. That really pissed me off, to be honest, but there was literally nothing I could do. We don’t choose who we love, remember!

Tell us: Now that Craig has admitted to killing our main character’s best friend, what do you think she should do?