In "Miles Away," a spin on "8 mile". Jimmy, faces struggles with battles, family, and living arrangements. His love interest, Trish Chanel, is the sister of Future, the battle host. Trish hangs with The Free World even though her brother and his cre...
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As the weight of the night settled upon Futues house, I found myself alone, surrounded by the echoes of chaos that lingered in the silence as Future and Trish headed to bed. The darkness pressed in, swallowing the space whole.
Hours stretched on, my mind a tempest of thoughts swirling in the quietude. I hadn't felt this heavy in a long while...
With a sigh, I reached for a couple of beers from the fridge—I needed something to dull the edge of the day's turmoil, to quiet the storm raging within me. I never expected my confrontation with Free World to end in such devastation... it was madness.
I shook my head, trying to shake loose the memories that clung like shadows. Cheddar's reckless behavior with that damn gun... the doctor's unwelcome advances towards Trish... it all irked me more than it should've. And then there was the tension between Wink and Future—a weight I didn't need on my shoulders, man.
Stepping out onto the front porch, I settled on the steps, the cool night air chilling my skin as I cracked open the cold bottles of beer. I drank deep, letting the bitter taste wash over me, mingling with the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind.
Amidst the tumult, memories of Janeane flickered to life—my mom, Greg, my sister... I needed to see her soon, to make sure she was okay. I missed Lilly something fierce.
And then there was Trish... her image danced at the edges of my thoughts, her presence lingering like a haunting melody. Why did that doctor's flirtations bother me so damn much? Was it because he was making her uncomfortable, or was it something deeper? Nah, couldn't be jealousy... that was absurd. Trish was just the sister of a friend, nothing more. What the hell would I have to be jealous about? It was just... frustrating, that's all.
I pushed aside those swirling thoughts, Cheddar's condition still weighing heavy on my mind.
I hoped he'd pull through... I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Cheddar had managed to shoot himself, almost blowing off his damn dick. Guilt gnawed at me—I couldn't shake the feeling that this was all my fault. And maybe it was.
I'm always screwing things up, ain't I? That's what they tell me, at least.
...After nursing my two beers with slow sips, I found myself emptying the bottles. Without hesitation, I rose to fetch two more, the tranquility of the cold night air offering a soothing balm. In the dim glow of the front porch light and the distant street lamps, I found solace in the solitude.
The rap battles lingered in the recesses of my mind... I wished Future would lay off about it. As much as I secretly yearned to give it another shot, the memory of my past failures still stung. I couldn't shake the embarrassment of choking up on that stage, ruining what could've been my moment. But there were more opportunities out there—I just couldn't muster the courage to seize them. I could easily sign up for the next battle, but the mere thought of facing that stage again, of choking like a coward... it made my stomach churn.
