Love In The Hood

Chapter 16

Bambi :

On the way back from my brother's funeral, we dropped Lay off and drove straight home. My parents dropped me off and said that they would be home later that night. Figures, I knew they were going to be back on good terms, but now was the perfect time. They could both use the love and affection. Once inside the house, I headed straight for my room and changed into a big sweater before throwing my hair up into a messy bun and laying in my bed. I had so much going on and all I wanted to do was relieve some stress. I felt like I needed a stress reliever and someone to vent to. I would have called my best friend, but I had already talked to her about it. I scrolled through my contacts trying to look for someone to vent to or better yet, a stress reliever.

Leggo ? Nah.

JJ ? No, he like shooting people.

Dreah ? Nah, she has relationship issues herself right now

Turtle ? Yes!

I texted Turtle a quick message asking to see if she had what I needed. 'Can I vent to you about sumn, or can you bring me a stress reliever?'

A minute later, she replied.

'I'm busy right now, so I don't have time for you to vent, but I can bring you some loud, if that's what you want?'

I thought about it, I had never smoked weed a day in my life, but shit, it's a first time for everything.

'Bring me the loud man.' I sent her the message and walked downstairs to find food. I heard weed give you the munchies. I found a box of my left over Chinese Food from a couple days ago and popped it in the microwave. About five minutes later, someone knocked on the door. I opened it to see Turtle standing at the door.

"Here, I didn't bring you no strong stuff because I know this your first time.", she said while laughing.

"Shut up, thank you though.", I said before hugging her goodbye.

I went into Jamir's old room and looked through his underwear drawer until I found his twin pack of blunts and a lighter. I took them and placed everything back together before exiting and walking back into the kitchen. I grabbed my food from the microwave and headed out the door that led to our outdoor patio. I sat in one of the lawn chairs and began to roll the blunt, before smoking away my sorrow. Weed is really some good shit and it do make you feel like you're on a cloud. I began to devour my food as I puffed on the blunt and exhaled the smoke.

Brandon :

I sat in my room on this Sunday morning trying to drink away my sorrow. I've been smoking and drinking a lot lately due to stress. My mom hasn't been able to find a job with her being pregnant so we been strugglin', I can't seem to find a job no matter where I apply, my grades have slipped completely, I've been missing basketball conditioning and I think I missed tryouts and I've lost my girl. All I could do was sit in my room and sip on my moms bottle of Vodka that she kept under the cabinet in the kitchen. I wasn't even drunk, I just felt like shit. I had been in my room all day and I missed Jamir's funeral. I had been thinking a lot lately about the drug game and fast money, I don't want to, but shit, a nigga got to do what a nigga got to do. I've already lost the person who kept me going and had my back throughout all this shit I'm going through and I fucked all that up. Now looking at it, over these past few months, I honestly believe that I've started to love Jamerica. She been holding a nigga down these past few months even after Moniece crazy ass popped up and I had to cry in her arms like a lil punk. Damn, what did I do?

*knock knock knock*

"COME IN!", I yelled from my bed. Who the fuck could this be?

"What's good B?", Tony asked while coming in and laying out on my bed.