Addicted
Rachel has been in the toughest and worst life to struggle with. But as a girl, she was still alive to continue and not give up to do better.
Philadelphia was the city she lived in since a year. Rumors and dangers happen around. Especially...
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MICHAEL WAS AT HOME JUST AFTER HE HAD WOKEN UP, CHILLING IN HIS LIVING ROOM AND WATCHING TV.
It had been two days since the last time he hung out with Rachel. They both planned to see each other more secretly.
They decided to keep their relationship privat and slow at the moment. Michael had kept in mind that he would want to go careful and safe with her first.
He had not been in touch with James and Frank ever since they broke into his apartment. They only texted if he wanted to come over and do something but he planned to do that another day.
Just then, a little knock on the door made his eyes dart towards it as he turned off the tv and got up as he made his way to the door.
Once he opened it, he immediately made the move to close the door again but a hand stopped him from it as they pushed it wide open.
Michael gave a dark look. "Fuck you want."
Dre stared at him as he had his hands in his pockets keeping calm as ever. "We needa talk homeboy." But as Michael kept staring at him Dre kissed his teeth. "I ain't playin'."
Michael rolled his eyes and loosened his grip on the door and walked back to the living room to sit on the couch as Dre closed the door and walked to stand in front of him just a couple inches away.
Michael was clearly not in the mood but had to give in to it. "Talk."
"We been hearin' you done beat up Chris' ass?" Michael Ried his best not to groan in annoyance and anger as he rubbed a hand against his face.
"It was a punch." Michael scoffed. "Ain't a big deal like it always is."
Dre nodded as he sniffed and looked around his room. "You changed your mind?"
" 'Bout what."
Dre scoffed as he looked down at Michael that was fiddling with his fingers, clearly not looking at Dre. "About joining us. Man we need you. What happened the other day, was fucked up, imma give it to you. But we gotta change that fo real."
Michael slowly looked up at him. "What makes you think I would just change my mind."
Dre kissed his teeth in annoyance. "Come on, man! I ain't playin'. I bought Dean and Sean with me too. They waitin'."
Michael then remembered and nodded. "Ight. Bring them up here."
Dre pulled out his phone and texted Sean to come up. They waited for like two minutes until they banged on the door which Michael rolled his eyes with.
Dre opened the door for them as they got inside and slowly stepped to the same spot Dre stood since.
The silence was awkward since no one dared to speak and Michael grew impatient with it so Dre decided to speak up. "You in?"
Michael looked up and licked his lips. "I ain't makin' this easy for yo ass. I wanna talk to yo goofy asses right over there." He pointed his finger to Dean and Sean.
Dre was a bit confused as his eyes alerted to his two homies that didn't dared to say a single word since they knew how far Michael could go.
"Now why would you go after a girl that literally never fucked wit any of yo tiny asses? Huh?" Michael's expression went hard at the thought of that.
There was no answer and of course they couldn't answer at first but then Sean was the one to.
"We thought since the conflict that we could pick a girl and use you to make trouble I guess."
Michael scoffed. "You guess?"
He grew quiet and looked away. They were soft balls walking around the streets. Nothing to take serious just some npc's at that point.
"Lemme tell you sonethin'." He leaned forward. "If I ever... see you near her again. I will kill you. Both of you. You hear me? I don't play with goofy's like you."
Dean & sSean shared a look before they nodded as Dre decided to go back on business like before.
"So watchu sayin'?"
Michael grew quiet as he took the moment to think of it. He had been more and better at peace ever since he decided to leave that group. The problems Dre made him go through, it just wasn't it.
Michael shook his head. "Nah man."
Dre's face fell at that. "You said what?"
"No." Michael stated.
They grew quiet as Dre was not gonna let go of that for now. He sighed. "Hunt's up. Yo hunt's up, homeboy. I mean, you got victims out there waiting for us."
Michael's face twisted on confusion as he looked up to him. "What?"
" 'What?' " Dean mocked him as Michael shoot him a glare.
Dre scoffed a smile. "What changed your mind? Huh? Suddenly one of those victims out there too now?"
Michael kissed his teeth. "Nah man. Ion want nothin' to do wit you no more. It ain't it."
"You for real no man. You bad or not?" Dre tested him on purpose but Michael could snap at him any second the more he grew angered.
"Back off me man." Michael threatened with that look that no one dared to deal with as he immediately stopped. "I'm not part of this no more. Alright, I ain't situating with you for no damn reason, I ain't for fun. Y'all using me fo real. Now get out."
They stared at him before they slowly made their move to walk to the door and get out. Once the door closed, Michael grabbed the glass on the table and threw it across the wall.
He was gonna kill them one day if they won't stop.
