A Struggle Within Itself

Chapter 19

Jaylen's Pov

Once me and Trey left Homecoming I did feel bad about leaving Gen without as so much as a good bye and I did dance with Victoria i n her face too. But I don't feel that bad. My baby a survivor she can handle it. After we make this money I plan on going to check on her.

We walked around to the side of the school and hopped in Trey's mustang. We pulled off and made our way to one of our usual spots. The full moon was out. Something funny always happens when there is a full moon out. People just don't act right.

Trey and I sat on a bench and waited for people to come around. The night was slow. Few people came out. The air was chilly and I felt like something was about to happen.

"Ayee man something don't seem right out tonight. You feel me?" I looked over a Trey. He chuckled a little and shook his head.

"Nah might just be shooken up from the transition of partying, to sittin out here." He pulled out a blunt and lit it. He took a puff and handed it over to me.

"Yeah I see what you sayin." We passed the blunt around for a little while until we saw someone coming.

"Alright here someone comin, look the fuck alive. We gone come up short tonight so we need to make this money." Trey warned. It was a basic crackhead. Skinny, boney-ass black man. He walked down the sidewalk and tripped over his own two feet. He made his way over to us.

"How ya doin?" The man said. He smiled and flashed his rotten-crooked teeth.

"We good man whatcha need?" Trey spoke coldly.

"Some of that coke." The junkie replied and picked and scratched at his gray beard.

"How much?"

"A-a-about 3 ounces."

"Damn really? Aight that'll be about 45"

"45? I only got 20 on me."

"Then no crack for you" Trey laughed.

"Please man, I'll pay you back."

"Look old man if you ain't got the money you ain't shootin up tonight. Go and take that ashy beard of yours and pick at your skin somewhere else." I laughed a little on inside at that. Trey had me dead. The crackhead gave Trey a crazy look. Next thing I know it was like the guy's whole personality changed.

"Ight the shit probably not even good." He stood up straight and looked down at both of us.

"Aight then take yo ass to some other dealer." Trey sniffed the bag. "Cause my shit booming nigga." The old geezer started to walk away. I stood up.

"Wait wait wait. Okay look. I'll hook you up with about 1/2 an ounce. And if it's good shit then nigga find your way back here with the proper money and I'll hook you up." I handed the man small bag and shook his hand. He sniffed the shit right away and then he was on his way to whatever crack house he came from.

I sat back down on the bench with a sigh.
"See nigga you gotta reason with your customers."

"Fuck reasoning. It's either buy or get the fuck outta my face." Trey lit another blunt. "But I did like how you handed that sotuation though." We sat on that bench for about another our. Made about 1 or 2 more sales. We got boted so we decided to put the stuff in the trunk and go for a walk. We walked down about an block and then a police car started to pull up on us. Two police men sat in the front. The driver was some fat man smiling like he knew something. The other was more lean like he could actually do something.

"Jaylen Bryant? " the fat man pointed at me. I didn't answer. "And. Treyvian Goldenrod?" Me and Trey shared a look.

""Aye man who the fuck is asking?" Trey yelled.

"We have a warrent for your arrest. Please step infront of the car and put your hands behind your back." The skinnier cop said. They both chuckled. I looked at them with disgust. They started to step out the car.
Trey started back up like he was about to run away.

"Wait this is fucked up. Hell naw." Trey started to run but one of the cops caught him quickly and slammsd him on top of the hood of the police car. I just let shot happen silently as the fat cop put my head down on the car as he handcuffed me.

"This is fucked up! Yall ain't got no warrent for our arrest. We just probably some black men here at the wrong time with yall asses!" Trey wasn't making much sense, but he continued to try and say it was because of race and that were black. He continued to fight back as the cops handcuffed him.

"We ain't do nothin! Tell 'em Jaylen!" I just shook my head.

"Yeah we ain't even do shit! We just going for a walk!" The cops told us to be silent and read us our rights. They stiffed us in the back and started to pull off.

"Wait mg fucking car!" Trey yelled and tried talk shit. I sat and thought about what was about to happen. I thought about Gen. About how right she was of being careful and how she was worried for us. I guess she was right, we got a little full of ourselves. But shit we about to do this and get the fuck out and go right back to what we was doing. And when we get out of this the first thing Imma do is go see Genniffer.

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