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ian never tell anybody any of the shit i just told key.

i never felt the need to. why, so they can pity me before they run away screaming scared fa they lives after seeing my fucking face?

fuck that shit.

and with the way he's looking at me right now, it makes me think i should've never even told his ass either.

the last thing i need is for him to start feeling bad for me.

ion need nun of that.

the first time i ever got sent to sent to prison, they sent me to a councilor. just to see if they could and i quote "still get through to me".

even started calling me tk as a nickname thinking it was gonna help anything.

but when it didn't and they decided i was a lost cause, they did enough pitting there for me to last a lifetime.

i hated it.

"enjoy the sob story baby?" i asked curtly before i moved my hands off him, and then moved around him to start walking away from him and down the street.

without looking back at his ass once.

i wasn't mad at him, he ain't do nun. i just couldn't look at him with the way he was looking at me. like i was a pity case.

not him.

"where you goin terrel?" he heard him ask from behind me.

ian respond, i just kept walking so he kept talking.

ian even know i was walking to, but for some reason ian care.

"did you forget what happened a couple hours ago... what i did fa you?"

i paused and then gave him a backwards glance. and he seen that, so he kept talking and talking and talking.

and i was listening, even if i didn't want to because it was him.

no matter how hard i try to deny it.

"what slow ass shit are you about to do right now?" he started, "all i did was look at you because ian know how to respond to all of it at once."

"it's fucked up what happened to you and your parents terrel, but i'm not pitying you. fuck would that change? you already did what you did, and so did i. i've accepted a lot of shit, and i've done a lot to."

"yea you've done some fucked up shit ya self... you kidnapped me, held me and my friends hostage, and killed muthafuckas in front of me, even someone i knew. someone i was somewhat close with. but, for some reason i couldn't hold it against you."

"and after hearing what i just heard, and finding out you were wired the way you were i knew i wasn't gon ever try to."

"why? i don't know, i might a little crazy my self. but what's done is done. and i just killed someone my damn self my nigga, i still dont know what to feel about it, but it happened so it's not like i can hold shit against anyone."

"we fasho in this together now."

"it's just me and you."

"so stop being dramatic, and come back here before yo crazy ass grand dad come speeding down the street and snipe you."

i crack a grin and then let out a breathy laugh before i turn around and face him. "man what ina black cinema confession did i just hear?"

"shut yo ass up." key rolled his eyes. "na hurry up and come back here before someone see you."

"this a dead street. nobody comes up or down this bitch. and my grand dad already sent someone down this street once looking fa us ina car he thought i wouldn't notice to see if we were dead when you walked ina house."

"he knows we alive, but he don't know where we at."

"so yea, i might be a lost cause," i mumbled the first part, so he ain't hear it, "but ian that stupid."

"so what was with that dramatically walking down the street like you were about to do some dumb shit?"

"dramatic effect." i laughed making him he glare at me so i stopped.

"i'm playin aight, i just... ion know. i just wanted to see how long id walk down the street feeling sorry for myself before i turnt around and came right back to you to make you were still okay."

"... i never thought i see the day... you going soft on me my nigga?" he asked me with grin of his own on his face.

"you give a nigga a inch and he go a mile. fuck outta here with that." i shook my head before i started walking back towards him.

after tonight, there's no point in denying the shit anymore.

after what he did fa me, what he said....

no one has ever did something like that for me or said any type of shit like that to me.

nobody ever cared enough to try, no matter how corny it might sound.

so fuck it... i like his ass a lot... and i know i wanna protect him.

it used to be just me, and myself tryna survive. ian have nobody but myself because i thought ian need nobody.

but now i got him, and i know deep down i need him, and ill protect him from my grand dad , the police, all of em.

even if i gotta die trying.

i mean i already had a one way ticket to hell, might as well do one good thing and keep him safe before i go, right?

because i never truly understood what it was like to like someone until he came around, and i know deep down ion don't wanna stop.