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...
November 15, 2022 12:12 a.m Los Angelas, California Jasiah Chicago Jackson
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I looked over at my little brother Deim who was asleep in my bed. He always slept in my bed, I don't know why but I guess he felt safer.
I slowly got out my bed making sure I didn't wake him. I went in the bathroom quietly shutting the door and locking it behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror with a sigh.
I reached in one of the drawers pulling out a lighter. I lit allowing my finger tips to touch it five times. I took a deep breath before putting it down. I looked at myself in the mirror once again and a tear rolled down my face.
I left out the bathroom going back into my room and over to my drawers. I opened them pulling out an envelope. I received this envelope a few days ago, seeing who it was from scared me and I didn't open it. But I'm way to curious now.
I left out my room quietly making my way downstairs. I sat turned the lamp in that was in the living room taking a seat on the couch. I took a deep breath before opening the envelope and a letter was inside.
Hey Jasiah, I'm really hoping that you read through this letter. I know you probably hate me, honestly might not even remember me. But I'm your father. I was taken away for hurting you a long time ago, good thing is you're in the hands of somebody who cares for you and keeps you safe. I get out in 2 months and if your mother allows, I would love to come see you. Feel free to write me back, I really hope you do. I'm sorry and I love you. Hopefully you forgive me and when I get out we can see each other.
Sorry if it's short, I really didn't know what to write.
I chuckled before looking at the number I guess I could call.
I wanted to call, I don't really remember my father but I do slightly remember getting beaten when I was younger. Especially since it left me with for life scars
I went upstairs to get my phone I came back starting to dial the number. It rung and ring before the line connected. My chest tightened and my hands became sweaty.
"Who the hell is this?" He whispered angrily sounded like I had woke him.
"Jasiah Chicago......." He grew quiet
"Babygirl......"
"Yes."
"I'm guessing you read the letter. You ok? How you been?
"Not the best." I started to cry trying my hardest to be quiet.
"I'm starting to distance myself from everyone and everything. I don't know why, I just feel everybody hates me." I cried.
"Why you feel like that?"
"I don't know.....I just feel like they're all against me."
