Young Dreamer

Young Dreamer << Fourteen

^Jordan Isaac Carter ^

I'm starting to get really worried about Christian. She's been popping those vicoden pills like candy. Everytime I look up, she's swallowing another two. I decided that I'd talk to her when I got home about that, but right now, I had to work. I guess word got out that Christian and I had been shot and bitches instantly thought of that as a time extent or something. I was shot in my leg, not my head. I ain't forget shit. Money is still owed, money still needs to be made. I don't have time for slacking on my team.

"Dackari, we meet again, and you still don't have my money. Talk to me. Tell me what's going on."

"Listen, King, I got into some trouble with the law, man. A-and I needed the money for bail so I could get out and make it all again."

"That was a bullshit ass excuse to be honest. Lie to me some more, Dackari."

"I'm telling the truth! I swear to you! Come on man, I got a girl and a baby. You don't want to do this."

"I'm not doing this to you, you did this to yourself when you decided to come in here and lie to me. Let me ask you a question. Did you think about your girl and your baby when you decided to spend MY money? I'm seriously trying to be as cool with you as I possibly can because I know you got a family, man. But I'm telling you, this is the LAST TIME you will ever walk out of this office alive if I don't get my money in two days. I'm really trying, but you're testing my paitence. If you want your kid growing up with a daddy, you'll do as I say. Dismiss yourself."

I really don't want to kill Dackari, man, but he's really testing my paitence. I should have had his head on a platter a long time ago, but I'm sparing him because I know he has a baby on the way. But like I said to Dackari, if I don't get my money, Compton can count on another fatherless child.

"Yo, boss, what the fuck?!" Kilo shouted and flipped over a basement table.

I didn't move a muscle and I stayed calm. This nigga must be out of his damn mind.

I looked up from my Instagram feed."Excuse me?"

"C'mon now son, you know! I'm sick of seeing this deadbeat ass fuck nigga walking out of here alive! You need to handle this shit, King or I will! I don't have time for these games!"

"Or you will? Or you will do what?"

"Or I'll cap him and you."

"I gotta give it to you, dawg. You got balls, but not more than me." I reached under my chair and pulled out a small handgun sending two straight through his head.

I watched his body fall to the ground and continued down my feed.

"Jordan, you gotta stop killin' niggas for fun, dawg. Find a hobby, my nigga." Carson chuckled, stepping over Kilo's dead body.

"Shut up ugly ass nigga, next time he'll learn to watch who he's talking to."

"Next time? Don't drop out of school."

I laughed."Yo, shut up, you know what I mean. Wassup tho? I thought you weren't coming in today."

"I'm stressed the fuck out. Don't have kids 'till your 25."

"I don't see how you do it Carson, forreal. You deal with school, a baby, a girl, and all of this bullshit around here. I'm proud of you, bro."

"You sound like a bitch."

"Fuck you," I laughed.

"Now you sound gay. Just stop talking, cuh. Pass the weed."

"What weed nigga?"

"Your damn girlfriend smomes more weed than Bob Marley and you mean to tell me you ain't got no weed? Bullshit."

"I'm forreal, I'on really want to take the medicine and smoke weed, you feel me?"

"Yeah, I feel you." He nodded reachimg into his pocket and pulling out a freshly rolled blunt.

"Well I'll be a black bitch," I mumbled. "How you gon' ask me for some weed and pull a blunt out of your pocket?"

"Better yours than mine right?"

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"Christ-."

"Jordannnn!" She shrieked, jumping into my arms. "I haven't seen you in forever, babe."

"Dramatic ass. It's only been like two hours."

"I worry about you," she pouted laying her head on my shoulder.

"Pilates and milk did that body so good. Damn Christian, that ass." I squeezed her ass.

"Stawwwpp," She giggled.

"Don't front, you like this frisky shit."

"I cannot tell a lie.." she trailed off. "I do."

"Freak ass. I gotta talk to you tho, baby."

"Okay, let me finish cleaning the kitchen and put the laundry in the dryer."

"Aight."

^Christian Le'anne Carson^

It scares me everytime Jordan walks out of the door knowing that somebody out there wants him dead. I feel like nobody wants to see me smile or see me happy. It feels like everything that I care about is always snatched right out the palm of my hands evertly single time. I guess it'll be a cold day in hell before I can be permenantly happy.

There's so much that comes along with being Jordan's girlfriend. I have people wanting to kill me just because I'm close to him. I have countless females wanting to have beef with me or fight me all over nothing. I don't really want to say that he's coming with baggage because I knew what I was getting myself into getting with him. What I'm really trying to say is that it's stressful.

"What'd you want to talk about?" I asked taking a seat on the couch.

"These," he opened his hand and revealed a handful of my vicoden pills.

"Okay, let's talk."

"Christian, I just gotta come right out and say it. I think your addicted to these pills."

"You don't understand." I whispered.

"Are you crying?" he sighed.

"No. Finish what you were saying." I sniffled.

He hesitated, but continued."Christian I don't even know what to say. You don't even take them one at a time anymore, you pop them two at a time."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Why do sound like you don't even care?"He raised his voice.

"I do care! Why are you yelling at me?!"

"Because I CARE! I care about you, Christian! Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

"Nobody ever cares! Don't lie!" I shouted back.

"Christian I CARE ABOUT YOU! I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALRIGHT! I DON'T WANT YOU TO END UP A FUCKING JUNKIE LIKE THAT NIGGA AT TARGET!"

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