It's been almost a month since Mercedes left me and I been staying in the house with the blinds closed, the door locked, and Careless Whisper by George Michael on repeat . The phone would ring but I wouldn't answer it. I didn't want to talk to anyone.My best friend was Hennessy, I went to bed drinking and I woke up drinking. The only thing that I had to fill this hole in my heart was liquor but the buzz only lasted for a short time. A Few times I molested the thought of suicide, my nine milli pistol sat on the coffee table in front of me. I wanted this pain to stop. Words couldn't describe how heartbroken I was. I wanted my girl back I wanted my family back. As I downed another shot of Hennessy, my pistol began to tease me. It wanted me to pick it up. It hated that I sat here like a miserable drunk drinking my life away and crying my eyes out. I took another shot and picked the gun up. I cocked it and pointed it to my temple. Flash backs of when I was happy began to fill my head. I cried as I thought about the day Mercedes and I met. When we made love for the first time, our first kiss, when my daugther was born. Before I could pull the trigger there was a knock at the door. I put the gun down and dried my eyes. I stumbled to the door hoping that Mercedes was on the other side. But when I opened it, the bright California sun hit my eyes and there stood Dre.
"Yo man you look a mess i been callin you why you aint been to the studio?" said Dre coming in
I shrugged my shoulders
"Look I been needed to talk to you anyway" he said sitting on the love seat
"About..." I said sitting on the love seat across from him
"Look... I know this isn't a good time for me to be tellin you this and I know you got a lot goin on but I can't work with Jerry...I'm starting to feel like Cube right now and-"
"ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS RIGHT NOW !?" I said cutting him off and raising my voice at him "I JUST LOST MY GIRL AND YOU COME OVER HERE WITH BULLSHIT !?!?!"
"I BEEN TRYIN TO TALK TO YOU E I DONE HELD THIS SHIT IN FOR TO LONG!" he shot back.He shook his head and finished what he was saying. "I can't be around Jerry that's all I can say it's either me or Jerry...I'm gotta give you a couple of days to make a choice" he said getting up to leave.
When he left I grabbed a bat and started smashing everything in my house. All the awards N.W.A won I smashed them, I smashed the TV, flipped over the glass table making it smash into pieces as it hit the floor. I smashed pictures, I smashed anything on sight. After the house was completly destroyed I drowned my anger in Hennessy and drifted off to sleep on the couch.
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A Compton Story Book 1
FanfictionBeing in Compton wasn't the easiest thing for me but until I got that shot of success it all changed. I became big. I started buy things that no average muthafucka in Compton could afford. I was living the good life until I was wrapped up in women...
