|MY STEPBROTHER| (Xxxtentacion) (ON HOLD)

😣The Mess😣

I put my hands up and approach the door. A few cops get out the car and approach the property.

"Sir are you okay?" A cop yells out

"No, my friend is missing and somebody's dead."

He takes a few steps closer and looks me over. His eyes go wide and he reaches for his baton.

"Turn around slowly and put your hands behind your back!"

"What for?! I ain't do shit. Did you hear me when I said my friend is in trouble and somebody is dead?!"

"I'm not the person you want!"

I'm slammed up against the wall, causing a loud cough to escape my chest.

"Yo bro I'm telling you I'm fucking innocent. I literally just got here! I didn't kill anyone. Bro call attorney Alicia Brown, I was just with her 10 minutes ago."

I'm handcuffed and pushed into the backseat of a car. The door is slammed and the officers turn away from me

"Come on bro I don't have time for this shit! Lola is in trouble. I'm innocent, and you have me sitting while fucking covered in blood in this punk ass car!"

They look at me once again and turn away. I swear to God these niggas are lucky I can't get out of these cuffs, cause if I did these niggas would be laid the fuck out.

A car comes to a screeching halt. Three people get out and approach the cops. One of them turns and sees me in the backseat. I give her an annoyed expression and she gives me an "ok" hand signal before tapping the cop on his shoulder

"You have to let that young man in your backseat go. My name is Alicia Brown, I am his attorney, and I have his alibi. This is a video recording from a half hour ago, when he was with me. As you can see, we are both in the same attire as the video." She says calmly and confidently

"30 minutes is more than enough time to murder someone. But nice try, princess. Better luck next time."

Alicia's eyes dart to the blood in the doorway.

"You're wrong!" She pulls on a pair of gloves and darts over to the pool of blood.

"This blood is too thick and cold to be only 30 minutes old. This has been sitting here for at least an hour." She runs a Popsicle stick through the thick, congealed blood . She pulls the glove off and lightly presses them to his chest. A satisfied smile plays across her lips

"Now, I'll give you one minute to get those cuffs off of my client. Princess"

He rolls his eyes and takes them off. Her smiles drops as soon as he walks off. She pulls me to the side and whispers harshly.

"I told you coming here before the cops was a bad idea. So from now on you will do what I say and keep your mouth shut. You are jeopardizing everything for your family, for your mother, and for yourself. You say you're a man? Well act like one!" She huffs and lights a cigarette

Normally I wouldn't take some shit like this from anyone, but she's right. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be in those cuffs and on my way to sit in a cell.

I nod in agreement "I'm sorry, you're right. I'll do what you say. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right." I whisper

"Good, now you're thinking. Give me the hoodie, the news station is coming and it's not a good idea to be seen by all of their viewers covered in a dead man's blood." She pulls on some gloves, covers my hair with a plastic bag, and pulls it off of me, and stuffs it in a black bag in her car.

"Are you giving it to the cops?" I ask

"Why?" She frowns "So they can have your DNA and use it as a reason to convince people you did this? I don't think so, I'll get it cleaned for you " She slams the car door shut .

My mom's black rover pulls up and Alicia opens the door. I climb in and put on my seatbelt.

"I'll be back at the house to brief you in case they need you in court. In the mean time, don't talk to anyone about what transpired today. I mean it, what happens in our house stays in our house " she smoothes out her black silky coat and speeds off in her car.

My mom pulls off as well and the ride is very silent. She's tightly gripping the steering wheel with an angry expression on her face.

"Mom I'm sorry."

"Just save it, Jahseh. You are always getting mixed up with these fucked up ass little girls. You claim you the man and you that nigga but it's always me bailing you out of these situations! You're on punishment so don't even think about leaving this house. I'm taking that game, I'm taking that tv, I'm taking your allowance, I'm taking all that shit. Until you start acting right, I'm not even gonna consider the possibility of giving you shit back!"
She yells

"It's like you always have to be my hardest child. Why can't you be more like Aiden or Jasmine? They always behave and do as they're told. Why must you be so difficult?"

"Well I'm sorry I can't be your perfect child, mom! It's not like I've had the easiest time either! dad's gone, I barely get to see my other siblings, this is the first time I've stayed in one bed for longer than a few months. You wanna talk about Jasmine or Aiden? But where were they when that fuck ass nigga was choking you?! Nowhere! They wasn't stabbing people at 6 years old for you, they wasn't being moved around between multiple houses, they haven't seen people die, seen people on drugs. They haven't seen the shit that I've seen so how can you blame me for being fucked up?"

I angrily glare in her eyes, waiting for a response. Tears brim her eyes and she doesn't say anything.

"That's what I thought, you have nothing to say just like everyone else."

I unclip my seatbelt and get out of the car. I close the car door and walk in the house.
______________________________________

(A/N: I know it's been a while since I've published, and I'm sorry y'all🫤 I kind of lost my drive to write the past few years. Even if I decide to quit I'll upload whatever few drafted chapters I have left for all of my books for you guys! ~Liyah~)