From Condos to the Streets

14.

The next morning I opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times. I looked around the room and then I remembered what happened last night. I yawned and slowly stood up resting my back on a pillow against the wall.

"Morning" a manly voice greeted. I looked over and it was Bibby who was leaning against the door frame with a tray of breakfast. I rubbed my temples due to the headache I woke up with, "morning" I slowly said. "Bought you this" he sat the tray down on my lap.

I looked at it. All the delicious cut up fruits, orange juice, eggs, and 2 strips of bacon. "you shouldn't have I could cook my own" I said. "Nah you my guest plus the doctor said you needed a good healthy breakfast" he shrugged. I kissed my teeth, and sighed.

I gotta admit breakfast looked good.

"You made all this?" I asked him meanwhile scarfing down the plate of fruit. "y-yea" he mumbled stuttering shyly. "well..." I said in between bites, "...it's good" I complemented. He smiled and nodded.

After finishing up to the last drop of orange juice I leaned back and rubbed my stomach letting out a small burp. I twitched a little due to my wounds, which reminded me I needed to change the bandages. I slowly got up and walked over to the dresser that sat right in front of the bed and under the TV.

I ripped the packaging off and began to un fold the big white roll. After finishing unfolding the roll of bandages I began to un wrap the old ones off. Even the slightest movement hurt.

"yo let me help you" he said putting down the tall glass of water on the table and rushing over to help me. "I can do it myself" I said defensively but also struggling to unwrap the bandages.

"So stubborn, I got this bro" he moved my hands and slowly started to perfectly unwrap them off me. I watched him closely as he cleaned my wounds and wrapped the clean bandages on me.

"There" he said inspecting his work. "Thanks, but really I need to learn how to do this on my own" I walked back to the bed and opened the bottle of medicine.

"Why? Your not leaving" he said looking down on me. "yes I am in fact I can leave today you don't have to take care of me I can do it" I said starting to pack up the very few belongings I had.

"No. trinny's gon on some type of work shit so there ain't no one to watch over you" he took my things away one by one. "Man I can do this myslef I don't need Trinity or you taking care of me I'm 19 I'm fine!" I started to raised my voice.

"No you ain't and whether you like it or not you stayin here!" He hovered over me and pointed to the ground. I rolled my eyes and propped myself on the bed, "great so ima just quit working and be here all day feeling sorry for maself" I said catching an attitude.

"I guess so" he said shrugging his shoulders and walking out the room. I huffed and laid back on the bed.

Now what? I knew I had to pay HC the quota or if not who knows what can happen. I needed to come up with the money fast before he even noticed something was up.

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1:30am

I had been awake all day just thinking how I could get this money. But I couldn't come up with a solution. I was about to close my eyes when I heard a soft knock on the door.

"You awake?" Bibby said slowly opening the door. I looked up and turned on the lamp that was next to the bed. "No. couldn't sleep" I said fluffing up a pillow to lay my head on.

He let out a small sigh and walked to the other side and laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling, "me either" he confessed.

I looked out the window for a little but then said, "okay I have an idea. Tell me why you can't sleep and I'll tell you why I can't" I turned to my side facing him. He signed, "how I know I can trust you" he raised his eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, "cus if it was my intention to hurt you I would've done it by now. plus who knows maybe we have something in common" I shrugged.

He looked up at the ceiling, "I'm a rapper" He said bluntly. "well..." I said, "I'm not. so that's not something we have in common" I joked. Apparently he didn't like it cus his droopy hazel eyes just glared at me. "my bad. continue" "i came back here to escape the whole famous shit. I'm not the type to want to be in front of a camera or to even talk in front of people like that" He placed his hands on his stomach. i nodded, "you're kind of like the quiet guy. huh?"

"Yea" He said with his deep voice. "I'm not either. well. I mean I've never wanted to become famous or stuff like that but why become a rapper if you don't like fame?" "I'm only 20. pops wasn't in the picture moms worked three jobs to keep me, my sisters, an my brothers safe. Every night she would come home tired, she was already old and with four kids, she had been fighting all her life. so one day I was walking by a corner store at my old block and I saw some old heads standing there. They offered me some hits in exchange for money. I needed it so I took it. I trapped for a while. then some dumb shit happened and I decided it wasn't safe no more. I wrote some lyrics go in contact with a Dj and laid down some tracks. I came up with a mixtape and once I started doing shows and getting paid I moved my family outta the hood" he said innocently as if he was reliving all the things he musta gone through.

"Well I had a different life. I come from the total opposite side you come from. Besides being from Atlanta I never really suffered. My whole family's been rich ever since I can remember. I graduated high school a year ago and came here. But my life took a 360° turn." I said staring at the pillow I had in between my hands. I couldn't tell him anything else or I would blow my cover. No one could ever know what I went thru these past months.

"It's life" he said ending the conversation and waking out the room leaving me thinking about everything he said. But I think I have an idea on how to pay HC back.

-woah! What kinda idea you think Skye has?

-Why would Brandon just spill almost all his life to Skye?

-You think he feels safe telling her things like this?

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