The Jungle

Chapter 29

Dérion POV

God I know I don't lean on you like I should. The things I do aren't good enough for you in my eyes. I understand if you wouldn't want anything to do with me for I have sinned so much I have shamed and tainted your name. But please God my mom is all I have I need her the world still needs a little of her magic. You can take all of my blessing and give it to her just bring her back father please don't take her lord. In your name I pray amen.

"Knock knock... sorry Mr. Harris it's getting late our visiting hours are ending soon"

"Can I stay a extra hour?"

"As much as I want to say yes you have been here for the past week late I can't risk another day it's a big security issue,"

"How much money should i-"

"No no son keep your money just come back tomorrow she needs her rest anyway"

"Yea I guess ya right" I stood and leaned over my moms hospital bed. She was laying there with a tube coming out her mouth and some burned off skin on her cheek and neck.

I stared a little and took a deep depressing breath.

"I love you ma" I said kissing her forehead and her hand.

"She has a really good son" says the nurse

"Thank you, I'll be back tomorrow take care of her"

"You got it"

I walked out the room, dapping the security guard I had placed in front of her door and headed to the hospital elevator.

It's been almost 2 months since the fire. She received 2nd and 3rd degree burn on her hands, stomach and feet. She was unconscious when the fire department got her out of the house and wasn't breathing at first. But they was able to get her back using a defribillator machine.

She slowly slipped into a coma because of the amount of oxygen that was loss.

Doctors recommend we not let her suffer but if I tell them to pull the plug I'm killing my mother which I wouldn't do even she woke up and told me to do it. So after threatening the doctor within a inch of his life he never brought it up again.

They found both boys outside on the grass holding each other. They had char all on there face and hair but thankfully they was unharmed. The firemen said moms could've exited the house on her own but their guess was after she got the twins out she got trapped in.

Turns out the fire was started by regular grease oil poured around the house. Its under investigation but I already put a ear out on the street.

Whoever find who did this fire getting $50,000 to bring the person in dead or alive.

The last time I slept was 3 days ago.

I haven't even been at the apartment I bought for me and Brooklyn. Shit ain't been going good with us either especially since we always arguing.

I'm always mad. For some reason, everything that comes out her mouth just gets me bothered and I know I shouldn't take my anger out on her but I just can't help it I feel like nobody give a fuck about what's going on with my issues but my brother and I wake up mad asf.

I on even know what's going on with her nowadays I think she started the academy like a week ago. To say I don't miss her I'd be lying but my mind is focused on finding them muthafuckers that keep harming what's mine.

Since my moms been in the hospital I been arrested for fighting a bartender I been killing muthafuckers, I been drinking.

If I'm not at the hospital, I'm at the trap or I'm at the bar.

I can't rest till I find out who did this shit to my moms and my gut telling me it's the same people who broke into my house.

This niggas been fucking with me for a minute and as much moves I make they back with another.

I only know one person that might know what's going on so fuck it we getting that fuck nigga out of federal custody tonight.

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Brooklyn POV

"Jab 1, knee, uppercut, jab 1, knee uppercut, jab 1 knee uppercut"

"Hold on I need to catch my breath" I panted.

"Hold on? You think the criminal going to hold on or push you to the limit huh."

I stared at my trainer for a minute thinking weather I should curse him out or not. His old ass so fucking annoying I only been in training for a week and I feel like I just signed up for the Army.

All this man does is push me till I threw up and the next day he wakes me up at the crack of dawn to fucking jog. Who does shit like that?

"Come on Moore police officers are always moving there's no place for slackers in the unit do you wanna be a slacker or do you wanna be a winner!"

What kind of question is that? Like of course I wanna be a winner, dumbass what you think I wanna be here to look cute...

I sucked in a bit of breath before speaking "I wanna win Captain"

"I can't hear you"

"I WANNA WIN CAPTAIN!"

"That's better now I think you've had enough for the day so go hit the showers"

"Yes sir" I turned around and tried not to speed walk out of the boxing ring. Thank goodness he dismissed me or I would've jabbed him. When I got to the locker rooms I showered and got dressed in my sweats walking out to the parking lot.

I unlocked the doors to my car and took a deep breath into my steering wheel.

The academy is about to burst out my brain cells. It's so much precision that goes into this career. We have to know the law and be law, abide under oath to protect our citizens. Push our bodies to the extreme and be able to handle our equipment, shoot our guns with the upmost precise precision.

After just a week of this training I have a whole new outlook on these police officers. From everything that goes into this I respect them a whole lot then before because they have to put there all into this and risk not going back to their homes at night to protect the rest of the population they don't know.

One thing I'm not ready for is to get massed. As police officers we have to feel what we're doing to others so therefore it's mandatory which I get but who would want to get massed.

Huh hopefully it's not so bad I heard from the almost graduates to just don't think about it and it'll be over before I know it, we'll see tho.

I pulled up to the apartment and existed the car. I took the elevator up to the fourth floor and entered inside. I looked around and seen what I already suspected; I'm coming into a empty house.

Me and Dérion have not been on good terms since his mother got into the coma.

It's not even me. I know he's going through a difficult time and I want to be there for him like he did for me but he push me away by starting up a argument. For example, 3 weeks ago he was in the bed asleep after a restless night. I cooked a full breakfast for him and brought it to the room I woke him up to eat and he just looked at it and said "wtf I don't want that shit"

To say I snapped was a understatement. I went ballistic and so did he. We were literally about to fight each other but his brother came in and stopped us.

That's probably the last time I saw him. That day I cried so bad. I felt like I couldn't do anything right for a man I adore so much. He even went into saying I'm just like his ex which really hurt my feelings.

It probably wouldn't have if I didn't know what she did to him because he really didn't tell me Cali did. He's hurting bad right now but I want him to realize I'm on his side.

With due time I hope he does I'm just gonna have to back off... for now.

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