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Inhale (19)

Jaylen dropped the phone from his hand. He brought his hands to his face. They were suppose to put Len in the ground together, grind together.

He took a knife from his dresser and walked to the guest room, turning it a few times before it opened. Wayne and Andrea were fast asleep, he could see the dried up tears on Andrea's face. He was a bitch. Putting his hands on two females in one night though one deserved it.

He took off his jacket and shoes and shirt before he layed down on Andrea, his head on her chest. She woke up instantly, trying to move away from him.

"Shh. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He said honestly, Andrea knew he was telling the truth. Jaylen wasn't the type to do that. Even if she only knew him for two months, he would never do that.

She could hear him crying softly. Honestly she knew he would never hit her again. Probably get angry, cause everyone did, but he would never hit her again. Jaylen wouldn't even think about hitting her again, causing her so much pain. It wasn't in him to see her hurt. It would break his heart if he ever saw her like that again.

She rubbed his head as his tears wetted her shirt, "They killed him."

She looked down at Jaylen as he looked at her. He had so much pain and disappointment and guilt.

"Damon."

Andrea never had been close with Damon. No one but Jaylen was. Jaylen knew everything about Damon. They were brothers, not blood related but it didn't matter. They always had each other. Even when Damon was in jail he sent people to check up on Jaylen so he could make sure he was doing good.

Andrea didn't know what to say. She knew he was hurt. Jaylen had been with Damon less than 3 hours ago.

Jaylen couldn't help but feel guilty. If he hadn't brung Damon to the club he would of never got drunk and he would of been strapped at all times. He knew Len was gonna come for him next. Whatever Jaylen was taking, it had to come to a stop now. Jaylen knew he wasn't addicted, it was just stopping the stress. But he was done with it.

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Jaylen sat in the trap house with his head in his hands. Everyone was fucked. It had been two days since Damon's death. He couldn't even enjoy his sons birthday but at least his son had fun. His momma was constantly calling him asking him about Damon's funeral that was planned Friday.

Andrea sat beside Jaylen as he layed his head on her shoulder. Jaylen needed her to come or he would of bust out crying. He didn't want anybody to see his guard down.

Jaylen had went back to normal though he was depressed. He couldn't go to sleep unless he had Andrea and Wayne in his arms. The only time he didn't have a frown on his face was when he was playing with Wayne or talking to Andrea.

Even when Andrea tried to go check up on Candy he came with her, he never let her out of his sight. Candy was recked, she was mostly at home crying or sleep. Andrea had to take he clients when she didn't feel good enough to come to work. But Andrea knew Candy had developed strong feelings for Damon.

Jaylen knew Damon had developed feelings for Candy. Damon wasn't fucking with no other bitch but Candy.

Jaylen was ready to burry Len six feet under. But he just needed to get his plan right.

"Go with the girls, Ma." Jaylen said before he kissed Drea's cheek. She walked into another room where the rest of Jaylen's gang's girlfriends sat. She had talked to them on many occasions and she was finally getting comfortable with them.

First there was Carlo's girl, Sontay, she was petite with a Nicki Minaj ass. She had a tan complexion with a short Monica hair cut.

Then there was, Coco, she had a Hershey kisses color to her skin. She was skinny and tall, she was someone you would see on America's Top Model. Her hair was in a high ponytail with bangs.