LIFE

chapter 13

home Sweet home

Hazel was so excited to be back in atl! Sadly Mariah will secretly spend another 2 months with her family until daddy gives decides to give her money. I completely understood so I'm not going to say a word.

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3 days later
What the fuck, I thought to myself.

I checked the time to see it was 4 in the morning and some one had the nerve to be knocking on my damn door.
I checked the peep whole but didn't see anyone so I turned around and headed back to my room.

I heard another knock, softer this time.

"Yo who the playing with my door" I said to myself as I walked back to the door. I opened it to see a weak, bloody and beaten Dre.

he fell to the ground and groaned.

"Omg!" I yelled covering my mouth. The sight alone brought tears to my eyes.

I struggled helping him up but was able to make it to the couch.

he started coughing up blood and I grabbed my house phone.

"Omg Dre why didn't you call the police" I said dailing 911 but he grabbed my wrist stopping me.

"Give me some water" he said with his scratchy voice. I threw the phone on the floor and ran to the fridge to grab a bottle.

I gave him the bottle and just watched him drink it.

I sighed once remembering I have a first aid kit the the pamper room.

Once I was back with it along with a warm towel, I sat on the coffee table.

"what happened" I asked softly while wiping his face. He jumped at the pain but soon was at ease.

"Some bitch ass niggas jumped me" He said as I cleaned it face. he had a busted lip, semi black eye and scratches.

"them pussies can't even fight. I could've sworn only bitches leave scratches" I said in disbelief.

I pulled out a few alcohol prep pads and ripped them open.

"This will hurt.. a lot" I warned

I guess he didn't realize out bad until he screamed.

I laughed a little.

I put small white band aids on the cuts that were open. I started cleaning his lip next.

"Why did they jump you?" I asked

"Niggas wanted product with no damn money. Talking bout borrowing the shit" he said shaking his head.

"Broke niggas" I

"Exactly ma" he said coughing.

"I have a lot of peas. Are there in more bruises besides your eyes and cheek?" I asked

He sighed before slowly pulling off his shirt.

Even with the tattoos, You can see the dark purple bruises.

"Omg Dre" I said getting teary eyed.

I rubbed one and he flitched

"It's alright. Niggas caught me slipping. I ain't have my heat" he said shrugging

"It's not alright! they could've killed you! they probably broke few ribs! you need to go to the hospital" I said wiping my tears.

"And what? all the niggas gonna do is call the police to get all in my business. How I'm suppose to explain what happened to me? I slipped and fell? hell nah.. I'm breathing so good" he said