Survive N Chicago

Prologue

Jake Bennett

I walked home from school wearing my Lul fit, some skinny jeans, Lanvin sneakers, a hoodie and a backpack. My Freeforms tied up cuz thats how I liked them. Ma told me to go pick up lil bro from school, I ain't doing that shit On the guys I'm not going to his school. Cause every time I go there his lame ass friends be tryna steal my money and Ian having that, the sidewalks had cracks like always last time I done almost fell and busted my ass, of course bitch ass Kai and Devonte snickering laughing. I done told Devonte especially since dudes a super senior and he gotta kid now too. "I know you ain't laughing, Mr I ain't graduate on time, should have studied for yo SAT test." I rolled my eyes both me and Kai dying of laughter, Devonte was mad but he knew I was right. After his son was born he couldn't focus on high school like he wanted too,

Enough of me yapping y'all heads off I arrived back at parkway aka O block. Ima call it O block for the slow Mfs they added a whole gate around this bitch, I had to show my student ID in order to get in. I be understanding they wanna protect us kids but damn it feels like a damn prison here, "alright Jake you can go in, and also tell yo mom I said heyyy." The guard smiled winking at me, "Yeah alright Mr Jefferson." I smiled before walking in pushing the metal gate open, Mr Jefferson swear he can get my moms, but I swear if he's in our house I will kill him myself turn me into my uncle Von for a moment. I walked to building 23 and pushed the blue metal door, the cold, and white dark lighting were casting an Erie feeling in the hallway, but I walked to the steps walking up each one until I found the door. '222' I unlocked it with my key.

I heard lil bro in the living room wearing his red shorts, wife beater shirt and no socks. He had on his headset holding his controller I swear he thinks me and Ma are dumb or something, cause the dishes never done, the trash never is taken out, his room half the time isn't clean, overall he's just a badass kid from the hood. Can't blame him he kind of rubbed off of me okay not kind of, a lot cause I was the same way but difference is when I was little Ma used to beat me with the stick, lay me flat on the couch and beat me until my cheeks were purple, now if Ma did that CPS will be called so damn fast.

I walked into the kitchen and yet there was a pile of plates, cups, forks and spoons in the sink. I wasn't touching that water oh hell nah, "Sup Bro, I know you wasnt expecting me to wash those dishes," Tyrell snickered, getting up with his controller and phone in his hand. I rolled my eyes looking at him with my demon stare, he was taken back by how I stared at him. "Bruh, cmon and clean this damn sink out, yo ass lazy bruh I swear if mom comes here and sees this shit both me and you gotta sit through a whole lecture." I said, walking out the kitchen after grabbing a water from the refrigerator, "Man shut up yo ass lame, I don't gotta wash dishes you know why?" He asked smiling putting his hand on my shoulder, "Why?" I looked into his eyes looking at him as if I wasn't trying to laugh but be seriously, "I'm her precious baby boy, the light skin one." He smiled giggling, "yeah bro thats that Gen alpha shit, us Gen Zs don't be making corny ass jokes like that." I rolled my eyes smiling, "and we both light skinned so what the fuck you mean?" I asked, "Nahh see I got a lighter complexion you like moms skin tone," he winked at me pointing to his arm, "it ain't my fault mom had sex with a biracial man," I said, mom was low-key a thot she pulled both me and Tyrell dads. So he like my half brother but we don't do half's, his dad cool n all he be getting us Jordan's and shit.

"Yeah, I still ain't doing them damn dishes though." He smiled patting me on the back before sitting down, "Oh yeah?" I walked over putting my hand on the PlayStation button. "You better not I swear on everything I love if you- if you what?" I asked interrupting him, "Never mind damn," he said getting up before walking into the kitchen and cleaning the dishes, "yeah what I thought, I was about to text mommy and tell her yo ass not listening." I joked, he rolled his eyes mumbling something. I know he was calling me a snitch ass nigga, but I don't really give a fuck.

I walked past his room seeing his school clothes on the ground, his bed a hot mess, an unwrapped condom. Yes an unwrapped condom he must of gotten from my room, and his shoe boxes out of order. I can't wait till mom sees this so I can watch him get his ass beat, I walked into my room, nice and clean some stuff out of place but no like the pig stye Tyrell got. I sat on my bed scrolling on instagram.

Instagram

Following... 'Vonte2Raw007'

I clicked on Devonte story, I seen his 6 year old son riding his bike in the 63rd part of Chicago. He lived in 63rd while I live in o block, it ain't as bad as uncle Von raps about in his music, not anymore at least cuz Chicago PD be on they ass as soon as they bout to start shooting. "DJ get yo lil ass back over here," Vonte ran after his son, I particularly seen DJ's dreads and his smug look on his face, he wore gucci shorts with a matching gucci shirt and some blue crocs cant believe bros a father at only 19. "Dad, I'm just tryna have fun you always tryna ruin it." DJ said stopping his bike, "Nah, but you goin too far. You might as well have shoot me written on your shirt," I chuckled, now why would he say sum shit to DJ. I be seeing why Keisha be tryna keep DJ away from homie Vonte.

I reached under my bed grabbing a shoe box, I seen the drugs still there. With the money and the pole I kept with it I sell drugs, i know I know, if mom found out I'll prob be on the streets. Lil bro already knows and I told him if he snitches I'll tell Ma he pisses and has doo doo stains in his drawls.

I saw a message on my phone from Kyshenia. She was my Lul fine shit friend, we Weren't dating but by the end of next year we be official.

"You back home? Lemme tell you what this bitch did..."

A whole long ass paragraph of how she whooped this girl ass after tryna talk shit,

"And I walked that bitch down too, have that bitch wig and lace front coming off.."

"Damn," I replied, "you really should go into boxing 😁😁😹😹." I replied back laughing,

"Yeah whatever, I ain't no boxer I just can fight. I fight dudes too, dont gotta be afraid to hit me, I won't tell." She said,

"I like my woman tough too." I smiled,

"I like my guys dick tough too,😍"

I think she was tryna have sex with me, but we weren't at that type or level yet.

"Yeah okay, let's jus wait until shit get serious before we start having sex and shit." I said,

"Yeah,"

Then Tyrell ran into my room, I had my trap backpack on going out to sell some product for this drug leader Ace. "Ma home, she wanna see you." He laughed, I saw Tyrell in his room picking clothes up. As I walked into the living room, I seen her sitting there holding her phone "Jake Bartholomew Bennett, your grades are atrocious all Fs?" She asked, "Look, I promise ima get my grades up." I said, I could tell she wasn't buying it this time. "Yeah, you better or Else the end of this belt gonna hurt." She said, I saw her getting comfortable "How's you brother doing?" She asked, "he's doing alright, lil nigga ain't even wanna do the dishes." I said smiling, "of course his ass don't wanna do nothing but play the game, eat, play sports and get the girls." She rolled her eyes,

"Yeah I know but ima go out and hang out with my boys." I said, "okay be safe and be back at 9:45," she said as I walked out closing the door and locking it behind me.