ᴛᴏxɪᴄ // D. Swing

Cԋαρƚҽɾ 57: Tԋҽ Aϝƚҽɾ Pαɾƚყ.

June 8, 1996.

Slamming the phone back on the hook, Devante rubbed his head after rejecting another interview. Since the moment the public found out he's been released from prison, every corner of the media was trying to get the scoop, about him and Ranae. It was ridiculous. They already slaughtered his name and image enough since last year, and he refused to utter a word to them because of that. Everybody wanted a story, but not on his watch. He was done talking about his past relationship, and it's not like he gave any insight on it in the first place.

The nonstop phone calls and emails were becoming tiring, and in a second, he would have to unplug the phone.

After being freed from that hell hole, Donald actually took a break from the spotlight. At first, he wanted to get out and jump right back into the music business, but now he felt this little hiatus might've been better. He was still writing and putting together music in his basement studio, but it was just to keep his mind off of everything else.

He really didn't have a choice when it came to distancing himself from the entertainment crowd, because once he got out of prison, most people didn't even wanna work him anymore. Aside from his boys, Tupac, and a few others. Devante didn't let it bother him too much, fuck them. He was still getting paid from the hits he and his band put out.

Once Devante was released from prison, he might've partied nonstop the entire week. Things didn't get too crazy though, he only had a couple of drinks and weed while chit chatting with his guys and some girls. He missed being able to do that, so best believe he lived it up being that it's been a while since he was able to have some fun.

Now, he's just been sitting in his home every other day, just relaxing and working on music. Tidying up the place or what not. Trina would come through almost every day, so that he could see his son and De appreciated that. Unlike his other baby mama who seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth with their child. He tried to reach out, but till this day he continued to be ignored. Donald thought to himself, what was the point of desperately wanting to be pregnant by him, just to disappear out of his life afterwards? With no attention or support from him?

It is what it is to him, at least he had one child under his roof here and there.

Speaking of his home, he even thought about moving to a different area, and it was long overdue. Too much craziness went on in this house, whether it was good or bad. From inviting random groupies over, to him and Ranae fighting, and even the robbery that took place. People were shocked he didn't leave right after that, but Donald wasn't about to run away from his crib. So just to be prepared, he kept protection in arms reach and made sure to have hella security.

Now with the house being empty again, he was ready to move on and leave all the memories here.

Going into his room to look for his song book, he pulled one of the drawers open and paused, sighing to himself. The first thing to come into view was his customized chain that had the nickname Nae engraved in it. He doesn't remember the last time he wore this piece of jewelry.

Picking it up, he grinned to himself and sat on the edge of his bed, just admiring what he spent a lot of money on. He remembered gifting Ranae a similar necklace on her birthday with his name on it too, so that they could match. She was in a good mood that night, and he was happy he was the reason for it. It's sad to admit he rarely did nice things for her, but at least some days he would try.