Book 2 pt 3. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BOOK ONE DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!!!!!
Javen and Kentrell face serious problems in there life that deal with having people out for them. They go through ups and downs with each other, friends and family. But in the em...
Nia- I did this chapter over y'all, I didn't like the one before and I got stuck so here you go 💙 (I'll update again today) — November 29, 2020 9:08 p.m Los Angeles, California Javen Khari Scott
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I was laying in my just admiring how quiet it was and how lonely I was. I missed my kids, I honestly didn't mean to say what I said about them earlier but I was just angry. I was angry and frustrated with Kentrell, with myself. I love my kids so much, please believe. I wouldn't trade them for anything else in this world, they're my main reason for living. I'm just in a bad place in my life right now, and it's a scary sight.
My phone started ringing and I seen it was Jeremiah. I sighed before answering it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, you alright?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"No, I'm lonely and bored. I've drank all my alcohol so there's nothing more for me to do, and I don't want to go to the bar or to go get any. So here I am."
"Good, you shouldn't be drinking anyway."
"Whatever, I'm just going to get me some tomorrow." He sighed.
"Why do you drink? I mean what's the real point Javen?"
"It makes feel good and I'm a fun, careless drinker." He chuckled.
"Me too."
"Oh? You drink Mr. Smith?" He laughed.
"Yeah not a lot though, only on special occasions. But I use it be just like you Javen. After my Wife passed, I lost myself. I gave up on everything. I had known her since I was 15 years old. She's all I had ever known, we had been through a lot too. So when she just left, it was hard for me to get over. So I turned to alcohol, which is by far the worst thing I could've ever did." I just listened to him.
"Alcohol doesn't solve everything and I had to learn the hard way. I lost my job, my kids, family, friends and like I said myself. Alcohol might seem like Yo best friend, but I promise you it's yo worst enemy. And it's not worth it." A tear rolled down my face.
"Have yo ever been cheated on?"
"Um no I'm sorry."
"Oh, do you come from a rough childhood?"
"Yeah. My parents use to fight all the time, in front of me too. The shit was traumatizing, to see a man that's suppose to love her handle her so rough and careless? That was a lot for me. I remember not wanting kids or to date somebody because I was scared I would do the same thing and I didn't want to scar my kids."
"Do you come from a rough childhood?"
"Yeah. My parents use to fight too, but the worst part is they abused me and my sister. Neglected us too. I've been through very rough times and it's like I keep going through those rough time because-"
