𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 , sugarhill ddot (COMPLETED)

chapter thirty one

*mention of someone saying they got sa. and a tiny memory of someone not caring or waving it off. not described, just mentioned*

*ignore mistakes ,
don't laugh at em🫵🏽🌝*

MEKHI STEPPED OUT OF THE car, staring at the back of blove's back. was mekhi nervous? hell yea. he hasn't seen his brother in so long.

one of blove's friends who sat on the steps, glanced at mekhi with a frown. "yo-" he jerked his head forward, signaling for the others to look at mekhi.

blove turned around a blunt in his hand. his face dropped at the sight of his little brother.

"we gon go." the man from before muttered. he yanked up the other boy sitting there, "let's go."

"but -" his voice became distant as he was dragged away, leaving the brothers in front of the house. "so this where you be at?" mekhi titled his head, scanning the area.

the houses weren't bad, but they weren't nice either. most of them had broken blinds, cracked windows. the paint of the house was chipping, but no one seemed bothered by it.

blove stayed silent, looking mekhi up in down in confusion. "whatchu can't speak?" mekhi laughed, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket.

he and blove were around the same height now, but blove still towered over mekhi by an inch.

"you were dead." those were his first words as he looked at the younger male. mekhi nods, "mhm."

"they told me you died." blove snapped, now glaring at the man. mekhi nods once again, "i know. i was there."

"why you so nonchalant bout this shit?" blove ashes the blunt, putting his full attention on mekhi.

"what else should i feel right now? ian even wanna come here." mekhi replied. he was being truthful, on the drive here he realized how fucked up blove was.

he sided with catherine, the woman who sent the hit out for mekhi, he helped torture his little sisters lover. his brother, the one who was suppose to care for him, protect him.

"so why you here?"

"because aurora fuckin' thinks i should come see you." mekhi glared at him, "do you kno how fucked up you is bro? siding with the bitch who wanted me dead from the start?"

"how was i suppose to know? we never talked." blove defended himself, he didn't find anything wrong with what he did. he thought what he did was right, that it was okay.

"BECAUSE OF YOU!" mekhi yelled, "ever since we grew up, you never talked to me. it was always ya homeboys. nigga i needed you. i needed you and you were no where to be found. all the shit i went through, i went through it alone. i got into drug dealing at a young fuckin age, how many times did i go to jail? 8 times."

"you were suppose to protect me from shit like that, i shouldn't have went to sellin drugs, or even usin drugs but i did because you weren't there. i got fuckin -"

mekhi took a sharp inhale, "i got sexually assaulted nigga. guess who was there for me when i wanted to kill my self? saint! saint was, the nigga who isn't even my brother was there for me. WHERE WERE YOU?" mekhi's breathing became ragged and uneven.

memories of that night flashing in his head. he shook it off and focused on letting his pent up anger out.

blove eyes darted up to mekhi's face in shock. he honestly had no clue. mekhi put up such a strong facade, he wouldn't have thought his brother went through that.