Counseling My Thug (Discontinued)

~Chapter 24~

"Come on little whore. Dance for me."

I start to dance as tears fall down my face for the dirty men.

I see my brother being dragged by men into the club as the men grope me on the stage. They push him towards a back room.

"Jody!" I scream, trying to run off the stage but it was as if it was forcefield, it was holding me back from my brother.

"Keep dancing bitch!" The man yells and I watch as they push Jody to his knees and start to beat him.

"Please! Please stop I'll give you anything!" I scream and start beating on the forcefield, hoping for it to break.

"No you can't its already down." One of the men that has him say.

They back up and he's slumped down on the ground, barely alive. He looks at me though his swollen eyes and I continue to scream his name as tear spill down my face.

"I love you La-La." He says before a bullet shoots through his head.

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                                             Lashay's POV

I sit up in the queen sized bed with tears staining my cheeks. I feel the tears start to flow down my face and before I know it, I'm breaking down at 3:00 a.m.

This is the 10th time I have had a nightmare like this and I can' t take anymore.

I get out of bed and walk out the room. I check on Piere in the nursery and he is still sound asleep.

I quietly head downstairs into the kitchen. I grab a cup and fill it with water as I take one of the sleeping pills I brought from Walgreens.

I swallow it down before washing the glass and putting it up. The memories of the dreams start to come by to my mind and I wipe away a few tears that had fallen.

"You couldn't sleep either?"

I jump at the voice and turn to see Trey looking at me with red, droopy eyes and shirtless. Does he ever sleep with a damn shirt on?

It didn't look like he got any sleep either.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I say, dodging his first question. I know that answering it would lead to the dreams and I didn't want anyone to know about those.

"Nightmares about irrelevant shit." He says before sighing and rubbing his forehead.

"Irrelevant shit?" I ask as he walks up to me.

"Yeah. I don't want to talk about it." He mumbles while grabbing the sleeping pill bottle. He takes one down with water but keeps his back to me.

"Shay...when are you going to forgive me?" He asks, propping his hands up on the sink.

"Trey I have forgiven you."

I just haven't been able to trust you.

"Baby you've been living with me for four weeks, almost a month and you haven't been showing any signs that we might give this another shot. And every time I try to bring it up, you use some excuse to get out of the conversation. So what's up?"