Survive N Chicago

Chapter 2

Walking out of O block, I walked down the street to Buba's restaurant. The food here alright but it's smooth sum slight to get you through the day without starving, they mainly sell Jamaican food here. I stood outside selling the Fentanyl for $100 a pack. At the end I made over $1000, I walked to Ace's place and gave him his percentage and kept $500 for myself. He ain't really say nothing for real just the usually good lookin, and be careful shorty. While walking back home I seen Devonte pull up beside me in a dodge Durango, DJ sat in the backseat wearing his sweatpants, puffer coat and Jordan 5s. Lil dude was knocked out, "Sup Vonte," i got inside as he skirted off, "nothing much, been taking care of lil man in the backseat." He smiled, "yeah I see, his moms don't want him?" I asked, "Nah, she gotta work extra, so she juts told me to keep him for The Weekend." He explained, "Oh okay, but yo this nigga Kai a bitch." I said, "what happened?" Vonte asked, "So me and him were walking home from school. And we seen this big ass pit bull." I said. Devonte smiled couldn't contain his laughter,

"You know how Kai is, he's afraid of big dogs like that," "so he gets to walking slowly around the dog, I was like 'nigga walk faster' laughing as I petted him, the dog liked me by the way and I played with Kai a little and told the dog to run after him. But he was chained to a fence but Kai sure didn't know that." I said, "so?- so his ass started sprinting down the street, he ran a few blocks north to Marshalls projects a long way from o block so I just said fuck it and walked back home," I smiled.

"You did ass wrong for that." Devonte laughed turning into o block, the guard let him drive through seeing me in the passenger seat. "Alright see you soon." Devonte said, "alright, yo DJ!" I said looking at him, "Whats up?" He asked, "Stay up lil dude and keep being bad too." I laughed quickly getting out, DJ smiled too. I walked back into the house seeing Ma with the shoe box wide open, "Ma- Jake sit yo ass down right now." She said her legs shaking, her robe on. "Man- you selling drugs?" She asked wearing a mask so no fentanyl gets in her system. "It isn't what it seems like- then what is it then? Cause it sure ass hell looks like fentanyl, I'm flushing this down the toliet- NoNo!" I got up but it was too late, the packets already down the toliet being flushed.

"MOM WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?- saving yo ass from these streets, I ain't bout to let you go out the same way as your father." She said, "Ma, you just put our entire family at risk." I said, "Those drugs belong to Ace." Then a. Powerful smack landed across my face, "ACE!? TYRELL'S DAD?" She angrily pushed me back, "Yes I tried to tell you ass but you wouldn't let me speak!" I yelled, "DONT YOU TRY AND TURN THIS ON ME, MATTER FACT YOUR GOING TO GO STAY WITH YOUR UNCLE VON IN ATLANTA." She turned to grab her cellphone dialing his number, damn i ain't wanna leave even though uncle Von had a big ass house and some cool ass whips the hood is all I knew, and I gotta leave lil bro to the streets.

"Nah Ma, I'll stop just hang up." I said, she looked at me hanging up. "Fine, I'll give you one more chance. After you're gonna go live with your uncle, I can't keep letting you slide with shit," she said, "I know I'll get better I promise." I smiled. Later on I had nothing but boxers and shorts on I stood in front of the mirror, flashbacks to the night I watched my dad get arrested and sentenced to 20 years.

I still remembered what I wore and how old I was, I was 8 at the time I wore a white tee, some black shorts and no socks. I had a ski mask pulled up tryna act hard, I watched as my dad was handcuffed after bringing me my birthday present some Jordan 12s and $8,000 I still ain't spend that money. "Dad, bruh dont go please." My voice horsed as mom placed a hand on my shoulder, dad looked at me shaking his head. Nodding at me to keep going, as they walked him out of the apartment. I sobbed so much, I fucking hated police officers because I felt like they had a role in taking my dad away.

I shook out of it as lil bro needed to use the bathroom, "move Jake, I gotta go number 2 now move before I doo doo on myself." He said as I moved out the way, "Damn at least say excuse me, rude self." I said closing the door. I walked back into my room laying down, I had a dream that I was surrounded by two bad bitches, a lotta money, and cars. Ima have all that one day, my kids not gonna have to work for shit in they lives.