No. 99 (Joey Bada$$)

42• Come On, Come All, Come Everyone

   I just finished talking to Laila and Aliyah about what happened. They supported me and were extra hype about coming here, and Rocky is paying the for the tickets and everything between. They were sad about what I said happened and they were happy about being able to come here.
I feel numb though. I don't want Rocky and Aunty leaving me for some bullshit my Dad started. I wish I could come but I see when my brother was coming from, I can't imagine looking at my mom on a hospital bed not being able to interact with us, the shits crazy.
Aliyah, Laila and I stopped video chatting so we just texted each other.

LiyahWatSoEvr👊😅: Can't believe your dad hit your Mom.
Laila Paradise🌴: Yeah. Sorry Leslie
Me: It's cool. You guys packing?
Laila Paradise 🌴: Yeah. My momma said it was okay for me to go
LiyahWatSoEvr👊😅: Yup
Laila Paradise🌴: Yeah. Lemme ttyl. I need to finish.
LiyahWatSoEvr👊😅: Same ttyl. We should be there by Saturday.
Me: K. Bye!

   I called Joey. I felt like ranting to someone and he seems like he wouldn't mind.

*Phone Call*

Me: Hey
Joey: Sup. You sound tired.
Me: No. *sniff* So what are you up to?
Joey: Just woke up. Saw you calling so I had to get my ass up
Me: Sorry!
Joey: Nah it's cool. You want me to come over?
Me: No. I'll go to your place.
Joey: Ight. My apartment is on the tenth floor A47
Me: Ok. See you soon.

*Click*

I got dressed and was on my way out the door.

"Where are you going?" Aunty asked and she grabbed a tissue

"Out." I said

"Leslie...I don't know if you should go, hun. You should stay and-"

"Nah. Let her go." Rakim said.

I walked out and was on my way to Joey's house. His door opened.

"Shit! What's wrong!?" He asked as he tightly embraced me.

"My parents. Family shit."

"Damn, Aite. Let's go to my room and talk." We walked to his room. "So tell me what happened!"

I told him everything. What happened, how I felt, my brother and Aunty leaving and my friends coming over.

"Ya know. I've kinda always hated that son of a bitch I call Dad. The nigga always was apart of my- I guess you could say rage sessions." I chucked

"Can you tell me about them?" He asked fully engaged in my rant

"It's kinda long..." I mumbled

"We've got plenty of time." He said and moving closer to me.