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
MICHAEL & HIS TWO OTHER BOYS JAMES & FRANK WERE HANGING OUT IN FRONT OF JAMES' HOUSE THAT WERE SITTING THERE AND WATCHING EVERYONE THEY KNEW WALK BY.
Frank was inside the house about to come back since he was doing something the two weren't known of.
Just as they were watching around, a friend Dane from James pulled and dapped him up. "Wassup man." He was about to sit where Frank's seat was.
"Wassup." James smiled.
"Ah-ah-ah! Get yo ass up!" Frank appeared as he snapped at Dane who got up and Frank sat on his seat. Michael grinned at that. Frank was truly like some uncle in the friend group. He knew how to snap.
James smirked as he looked at the boys then back to Dane. "Heard yo ass got beatin'?"
Dane realized and nodded. "Nah is cool." He pulled up his glasses until Frank & James had a stroke.
"Daaaayum!" They both said in union as they looked at each other then back at him. "Put your glasses back on." James said as he did.
Michael was the only one to not seem fazed about it as he stared at him. He had a bruised mark on the side of his eye. Clearly big.
Suddenly a car pulled up, realizing it was the two Latinos in there. "What's up, Craig, what's up red! Aye James, sell me sum!"
Michael and Frank shared a look as they looked over at James that was spoken to. "I ain't sellin' you nata!" He mocked him with their accent.
"Come on, man. Let's let bad guys be bad guys!" He said.
"Hell nah! Raise for Craig father when he come out here!" James snapped.
Frank glared at him. "You need to come on and do that! With yo papi's in the streets and blabbering some shit me and Mike ain't knowin' of."
James scrunched his face as he snapped his head towards him. "Fuck you talkin' 'bout?"
"You doin' somethin' man?" Frank grew serious, noticing that James was clearly lying but he was good to keep up. "Get up man!" Frank stood up and snatched James against the wall. "You trynna get them papi's high?" He controlled him.
"Ayo Frank put your fuckin' hands off me!" James pulled away as they both stared at each other.
"You smoke that shit? You sellin' that shit?" James sighed as he placed his hand on his forehead.
Michael scoffed as he kept watching, enjoying the moment of two friends that had the same attitude.
"What's wrong witchu?" James turned to the Latinos. "Yo ain't nobody stop me from doin' shit! I'm the G! You hear me! Frank ain't doin' shit!"
"James you better shut that big ass mouth—"
That's when James pulled out his gun and pointed it at Frank slowly. "You not gon' disrespect me homie. This ma crib! Ight?"
Frank tried his best to stay calm and patient but all James did was waisting it. "Listen up here, this man just got outta jail so is best if yo ass is moving to yo baby daddy who's got some milk and cookies on that nightstand of yours. Ain't no sellin' here. We ain't part of this!"
They looked at each other and decided to drive off while the others watched them. Frank scoffed and got back serious once he turned to James that was annoyed.
Michael shook his head as he slowly began giggling. Frank and James both got confused as they looked down, not believing that someone like Michael was laughing.
"Fuck you laughing?"
Michael waved off as he got quiet but that smile was still on his face. "You both safe my life. Not gonna lie."
════════ Rachel
"You pressed charges!?" Rachel panicked as Honey was standing in the kitchen. "To whom?"
Honey smiled as she chewed on her gum. "On Michael's ass."
That's when Rachel completely lost it. The anger in her was increasing as she scowled. "You noisy lookin' ass." Honey stopped and turned to her.
"Whatchu call me?"
"Why are you acting like that? You're clearly being unnecessary than any other child in the streets. What did he do?"
"Jason left a note, saying he won't come back again. And I know Michael's behind it. Ever since Jason punched that guy, he def did something in return like he always does." Honey explained.
Rachel was still confused though. "Do you have any evidence? You do know that the police won't just charge him like that."
"Why you kissin' his ass anyway?" Honey got annoyed as she fully turned to Rachel. "You with him?"
Rachel crossed her arms and just stared at her. Honey chuckled but it was humorless before turning back to the food.
"You know what. I told you I ain't tellin' you anything anymore. Just like you said. Do whatever you want. I won't say nothin' cause that's you." Honey shrugged.
Rachel was expecting her to act more differently but was glad enough that she at least reacted that way.
Now was the question, was Michael behind any of this?
