MillyBxB

I rush to a green apple and dark wood kitchen, feeling my pounding heartbeat. I grab a used pot from the cluttered sink, and kneel on the floor, having a sentimental struggle. “Fuck! ” I grunt, taking in a shuddering breath, before placing my phone on the floor and using the pot in my other hand to demolish it. I bang the screen in five times, hearing the glass shatter, seeing the metal under-workings. I then run to my bathroom, another junk area with clothes and shoes all over the floor. I

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2018©️ PART ONE My phone pings atop a kitchen's counter. Text: What the fuck you mean you don't have it yet? 😡 Milk spills from a bowl in my hands, splattering to the floor, as I lean over to read the new text. Who is this?? I mentally ask the random contact in my messenger. Just delete... No, say, "you have the wrong number 👋🏻 " No, just leave it alone. I continue eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. I liked to have the marshmallows ou

Wrong number...usually a person would delete the number, right? A mistaken text leads to blood money and danger. Chris Johnson, a gender fluid male, receives a text from a mystery guy who shares a card number. Aware that it's an accidental text, he uses the money to his advantage until things intensify.