I grabbed a nearby napkin and sat next to Nami's hospital bed. I need her she's my everything...she's literally my fucking other half. How could this happen to me? I'm not ready for her to leave me.
A loud cry causes me to look at the door as my dad and stepmother stand there with tears in there eyes. My stepmom, Kenya, walks right over to Naomi and my dad slowly walks to me. He's never been the emotional type, this is actually the first time I've ever seen him cry. Even though the tears haven't left the corner of his eyes yet.
I hug him tightly expecting him to return the favor. But instead the cold Kingpin side of him comes out and he pushes me back. Since my father's the biggest drug dealer in Oakland he always keeps his true feelings hidden. I think the only person he's actually shared his feelings with was my mother.
"This is all your fault" his raspy voice flows through my ears as I process what he just said. How could he say that? He's right, but what father says that to there own blood. He should be comforting me not making me feel worse. Isn't that what a normal dad would do? I can't help but stand there completely frozen, taken back by his words.
"Stop looking at me like your stupid! You heard what I said. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. Everything is always your fault..." I didn't listen to the rest of what he had to say. I couldnt, so I pushed past his tall 6'3 frame and made my way straight to the parking lot.
I didn't stop until I was inside my car. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding in. There's only one person I can talk to now, my mom. I blasted my radio and sped out of the parking lot.
I was there within 15 minutes. I ran around the back and climbed the fence. Once I made it over I walked right to her grave and sat next to it.
"Hey Ma, long time no see. I know your probably with Nami right now. Ma can you.... can you please tell her I'm sorry" I wiped the tears that were now cascading down my cheeks." Can you please tell her I love her"..."I love you mom".
As I lay my head on her grave, my eyes start to feel heavy. I start to tell my mom about school and how I just wanted to have fun this summer. Then my eyes slowly started to close as I watched the clouds move slowly.
Jaxon P.O.V
Let me tell yall a little bit about myself. My name is Jaxon and I'm 17. I'm 5'11 and I have a lot of tattoos. I was born in Barbados but 2 years ago I moved up her to Oakland.
Right now I'm at a funeral for one of my shooters Clutz. As everybody was leaving I saw this girl jump a fence in a far corner of the cemetery. Wow, the crazy shit people do now a days. In the corner of my eye I could see a cute tall girl walking towards me. As she was getting closer I recognized her as one of the people that were catering the funeral.
"Hi" she said before giggling histerically. One of the perks of being me is that you have women throwing themselves at you on a regular basis. I already know what she wants, either sex or my money.
"Wassup ma" I said cool acting unfazed."I just wanted to get a closer look at your tattoos" I've heard that line before. Since I'm wearing a tux the only tats you can see are the ones on my neck.
"I could give you a better look if you follow me to my car" I smoothly put my arm around her shoulder and she nodded her head 'yes'. As I was leading her to my car someone from behind us was calling out for someone named Aiyanni which I'm guessing is her.
She turned to look at whoever was calling her then she looked back up at me with a frown on her face." I'm sorry I have to go but maybe we can reschedule". She handed me her phone and I put my number in it. She kissed me on the cheek then walked away. I wiped that shit off then looked around to see if there were any other pretty girls. Almost every one had left the graveyard except for the girl I saw jumping the fence. She looks dead.
