(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 77: Come & Divulgence

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

October 7, 1996

~Dalvin's P.O.V~

I woke up feeling like I was drowning and gasping for air. The moment I opened my eyes, Derek was standing above me with a half-empty cup. I sat up with a headache. The water up my nose caused me to cough. "Fuck is you doin'?"

"You's a bitch ass nigga." Derek said frowning.

"First you try to drown me out my sleep and now yo stupid ass callin' me names and I ain't even did shit. Why⁉️" I said wiping my face.

"You fucked up BIG TIME and I should beat yo ass for this!" He threw the rest of the water in my face.

"I don't even know what the fuck I did!" I'm very confused and fucking mad. "And stop throwing shit in my face!" I said punching his arm.

"I'm tired of you. Pops and De got into an altercation because of yo dumb ass. De ain't EVER talk to pops the way he did last night. Shit got heated because of you and he was blamed again. He ain't do shit. You a bitch for showing up like that. All y'all niggas bitches. I'm not finna go through this same shit with you! I'M NOT! You either straighten up or imma beat you straight!" He said pointing at me. His finger came closer and closer to my forehead until he held his finger against it.

"Fuck you cursin' so much for⁉️" I said moving his index finger off my face.

"Did you hear what I said or do I gotta say that shit again⁉️" He said coming closer.

"No, I didn't even know- I don't even know what the hell happened," I said moving back.

"Who shows up to a SOBRIETY celebration DRUNK as hell⁉️ You ain't have to party that HARD yesterday or ANY DAY!"

"It was expected. Pac invited me! He said that shit was bumpin' and that I should ride through." I told him.

"Looks like you need to stop hangin' 'round Pac and them, don't it? How you gon' get at him one minute about him getting drunk and high, then you turn around and do the same thing⁉️ You sound dumb as fuck. RIDE THROUGH!? You ended up gettin' comfortable and settled in."

"I-"

"Nahh, let me finish! You want us to find you how you found De one day? Is that what you want? Huh? Now speak!"

"Why would I want-"

"Then I suggest you stop!"

De came into the room and stood at the doorway. "You up? Good. You dismissed." De said calmly. He also looked tired as hell.

"What the hell you talkin' 'bout?" I asked De.

"Now, that you've sobered up overnight, you can leave my crib. That's what I'm talkin' about." De told me in a laid-back tone.

"I can go?" My head jerked back in shock then I faced Derek. "I got a hangover and this nigga yellin' at me." I pointed.

"Okay, go. I said I was done with all this shit. You wanna do it, that's you. But for me? I'm done. You apologized to me then drunk more before dinner. I found that shit in the bathroom. You know I don't keep shit like that in my house no mo'. I fought hard with myself on my one-year anniversary date. That is until I decided to pour it all down the drain. I love you, I really do. Until you change, I'm done with you. All of y'all." De's voice was calm as hell. "I said it change, and I am, but I can't when I got the same people who do it. I'm not tryna go back to what I was."