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25.

•CHAPTER 25•

Wednesday
Matt's POV

Today was my pops funeral and I could honestly not give a fuck. Anita been trying to call me but I just ignored her ass. People from Ray's side of the family tried to hit me up but I don't know none of them niggas and I don't want them around me.

"Let's just go to pay our respects baby." Ice nagged me but she knew I wasn't in the mood for that shit. Liquor and weed been my best friend for the past few weeks and I know it's because of his death but I was denying the shit. I wasn't close with this niggas so why was I sad for?

It was only nine in the morning and I was craving a shot of Henny right now. I groaned rolling over to the dresser to come in contact with the empty bottle I must've finished off last night, and I instantly got pissed off.

"Yo baby go gimmie some Henny from the g-station. I'll pay you back." I told Ice cause she was already dressed. I don't know where her ass was goin' but she looked good as hell. I was happy to have her as my girl but I felt like I wasn't doin right by her. It wasn't her fault, the blame was all on me, I was hurting inside.

"Matt get up. I am not going to get you liquor this early in the morning. You honestly need to quit drinking that shit." She complained.

I got out the bed and followed her voice that was coming from the bathroom, "Where you think you goin?" I asked watching her do her hair. She was one sexy ass bitch and I was lucky but I don't think she could say the same for me.

"I am going to your father's funeral, in which you need to be there too Matt. At least see him one last time."
I was tired of people keep tellin' me what I needed to do. I grabbed the comb out her hand and threw it on the floor. I then grabbed Ice arm and turned her around to face me.

"Stop tellin' me to go see that nigga! It's fuck that nigga and once they bury him ima spit and piss on his fuckin' grave!" I yelled at her to make her shut up but she kept talking.

"Matt, just please-"

My hand forcefully went across her face and she gasped at the reaction. "I said I'm not goin' to that dumb as shit. Now quit askin'!"

Icelynn pushed me back and slapped me. At this point we was in this small ass bathroom fighting. "You must not know who you fucking with Matthew or did you forget? You are a fucking drunk! You need help dumbass!" She yelled still punching me and I can't lie, she was beating my ass.

Ice was a hardbody and she really ain't take no shit from nobody, especially me. She was like a ticking time bomb and I guess she was starting to get tired of my shit even though I ain't mean to put her through my shit.
"Alright Ice that's enough! Damn!" I surrendered to her feisty ass.

"Get your ass in the shower and get ready to go see your damn father! He may not mean shit to you, but your mother would be happy to see you there." Ice went back to doing her hair as if we just ain't fight.

I gave in and did what she told me to do cause I can see that she really cared for me. The funeral started at eleven so I had time to get myself together. I was doing this for her, not me.

An hour later, we got to the church and it was packed. The parking lot was full and people from toddlers to elders that was lined up to get inside. My pops was really that nigga, I guess.