Hold You Down

Chapter Twenty Eight | Deep

Chapter Twenty Eight x Deep

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I'm still in love with you,

And I just can't let it go,

Baby I just don't know what else to do,

So I gotta let you know...

You cut me deep, deep,

Deep, deep,

I never knew it hurt so bad...

Boy you cut me deep, deep,

Deep, deep,

After I gave you all I had - Auburn

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Money

"Boy, I'm so tired of finding you here of all places. Damian, you need to sit your little hot headed ass down before you drive me to a heart attack." my mom fussed dramatically as she walked into my hospital room and came over to me with her Michael Kors bag firmly in hand. I smacked my lips at her statement, I've heard this shit all too many times. She always on my case about how I chose to make my money. I'll leave this shit alone eventually, one day. Today aint that day, not tomorrow, and not next week either. The euphoria of making easy money was something that I wasn't ready to give up just yet.

"Smack em' again and see won't you get popped right in the lip. You may be grown, but you never too grown for me to whoop your little red ass Damian." she threatened as she took the seat next to my bed and rested her bag in her lap. My moms always threatening a nigga about my life, but know damn well she can't and won't do shit to me. She'll hurt herself trying to hurt me. I just shook my head while I laughed to myself.

"My bad ma'." I apologized and sat up further in the bed with a frown edging it's way onto my face. I was waiting on these niggas to bring my release papers so I could be out this bitch for real. I hate this damn place, but somehow I always end up right back in this bed again. The last time was 3 years ago and there were many before that. I sighed and ran a hand over my face before looking around. These pain killers aint started working yet, so the pain in my shoulder was fucking me up badly. I aint built for this type of shit here.

"Mhm, and DJ, now didn't I tell yo' high yellow ass to keep an eye on your brother?" she asked while turning towards DJ. He was resting on the couch with his eyes closed and his feet propped up too. They opened almost immediately once my moms had said that and he sat up. I was glad she was off my case and breathing down his neck now and not mine. She was always snooping into our business, but when we do the same to her she wanna' act up and say she grown.

"Ma' he a grown ass- I mean that nigga grown. I aint nobody baby sitter, but Haileigh. I look out for him when I can, but damn. I can't be with this nigga 24/7. He handled the problem and now it's nonexistent. That bum ass- uh, that shoulder aint none compared to what could have been his life. I got this ma'. How you think he got here, me." DJ frowned as he looked between the two of us. I smirked, but it was quickly erased by the pain that grew in my shoulder underneath these bandages and shit. I needed me a blunt right about now.

"Boy, you better broaden your vocabulary when you talk to me, before I really give you something to curse about. That's y'all problem, y'all haven't gotten an ass whooping since your father died. I'd hate to have to be the one to do it after so long. Now, baby how does your shoulder feel?" she turned her attention back to me and stood up to her feet, so she was standing over me. My moms bipolar as fuck, guess I got it honestly from both my parents.