Sideline Story

Chapter 22

Devin-

I woke up earlier than usual. Something really ain't feel right. I'm trying to shake this uneasy feeling but I just can't. I sighed and I sat on the couch and put my head in my hands.

I got up slowly and walked around the house. This may be ridiculous but I prayed over every room. Something just don't feel right. I kept repeating over and over in my head.

"Lord, I know I don't come to you often ... and Lord I don't know what it is, and I know that I've done some messed up sh- ... things Lord but, please ... please keep my family safe.." I sighed. "... Amen."

I shook my head feeling somewhat satisfied and walked up the stairs I checked my son's room and then walked into Reign and I's bedroom.
I saw her peacefully sleep in the California King bed she insisted on us getting.

I quietly walked to my side of the bed, making sure not to disturb Reign. I checked my charging iPhone 6
"4:59" it read. I sighed and walked to my dresser and pulled out some black sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt. I threw it on and slipped my white Nike Roshes on my feet.
I grabbed my black glock and tucked it in my waistband and slipped my phone into my pocket.

I started walking to the door.
"Baby?" Reigns sleepy voice called to me?
I sighed "Yeah, Ma?"
I heard the covers shift as she turned to face me.
"You good, bae?"
"Yeah, I'm alright baby girl... I'll be back in a minute."
"Mhmm.. iight baby be safe... love you" she said drifting back off to sleep.
"Love you too, ma. " I replied as I walked out the door.

I jogged down the stairs and grabbed the keys to the silver Jag, turned on the alarm and slipped out the front door locking it in the process.

I located the car and slid into the cold leather seat.
"Please Lord... please" I prayed again.
I started up the ignition and drove off to my spot.
The voice of Jimmy Hendrix comforted me as I drove off to a secluded part of Louisiana. When I stopped at a red light I became more observant of my surroundings.
The people who worked the graveyard shift at there jobs where just getting off work and a few others were beginning to start their day. I looked to my right and saw a familiar face dealing on 42nd Street. I pulled over to the curb were the youngin' was dealing. I rolled down my darkened windows. I saw ole' dude start reaching for his gun.
I chuckled "Chill young buck ... who you work for?" I saw him squint his eyes to get a closer look at me.
"I-I work for yo- ... well under you."
"So you work for BP?"
"Yes sir... you assigned me 42nd the beginning of this week."
I nodded my head. He still wasn't jogging my memory of who he was but, I used to be him. My momma was looking for me while I was dealing in the early hours of the morning worrying sick and always telling me I was either gone end up in the ground or in jail. I don't know what got into me... "You can have the rest of the night off."
With that I rolled up my windows and sped off to my spot.

I pulled up to the cliff and parked and locked my car. I crouched down a good distance away from the ledge and sighed. I can't seem to shake this feeling.
So much has happened these past year and some months. But I can honestly say I've grown. I've tried to put away childish things and the mentality that I need to have girls and hoes around me constantly when I had a good girl in front of me the whole time. I would have never thought I would have a son. Now I have to try to set a good example... But I got a family now, I need to be a man and handle my responsibilities. As mind was going a million miles a minute my thoughts were cut short.
Ringgg... Ringgg.
I checked my caller ID and saw it was my momma what's she doing calling me at 6:30 in the morning? Damn I been out here for a minute, Reign gone kill me.
"Wassup, Momma?"
"Get over here... now."
then I heard the dial tone.

...
-What's wrong with Devin?
- He growing up and 💩 awww.
-What's wrong with Momma A?
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