Thug Love - A story of love, deceit, and drugs. © copyright

Chapter 1

Rodney's Pov.

These streets were cold, not only because it was 22 degrees, but because on the streets people didn't give a damn about you. If you were getting jumped, people would probably just stand around and let it happen.

That's why I hated being out here, but if it means keeping my mom safe, I would do Anything.

One of my usual druggies came walking down the street and we did the normal routine

Nod our heads, do a handshake, and he'll keep walking, it never changed

I've always wondered when the day that they'd finally understand drugs were ruining their lives would come... Obviously not today

I checked my watch, 12:00am, a kid my age shouldn't even be out here. But the thing is... I'm not a fucking kid... I never had the chance to be, My dad robbed me of that opportunity from the moment I could count. 

"well well well, what the FUCK you doing out here" His voice sent chills down my back.

Show no fear Rodney, real men ain't scared of nothing

"Did I stutter" He proceeded. I turned around and there was another crew, probably some of Nigel's goons. Fucking Clowns. 

"Tsk. Why the fuck you worried about what I'm doing? I ain't knocking your hustle" I buffed up. 

"You must not know who I am. Because if you did you'd talk to me with respect. Now usually I'd have one of my boys to come over here and fuck you up. But niggas getting locked up forreal round this time of year, So Imma give you another chance to answer my question, what are you doing out here on my side of the city?"

"You don't own this shit, and even if you did, you obviously don't know how to run it because If you did, I should've got my ass beat 4 months ago nigga. Fuck out my face"

"You really testin' me boy, And Big Shawn don't like to be tested" He said adjusting his neck like he was about to do something  "what's your name young blood"

"I ain't with that meet and greet shit, I oun't do a lot of talkin, If you trynna rock we can go" I said sternly, fluffing the collar of my jacket, preparing myself for anything.

He laughed and looked at his crew "what's your name kid"

" last name Simmons, first name is don't fuck with me " I pulled up my shirt to show that I was packin. 

"Oh shit... You know what my bad, You Big Rod's boy, we ain't gotta mention this little incident to your dad. I'm sorry for waiting your time." He handed me 3 $100 bills and walked quickly away

"Pussy ass nigga" I sucked my teeth and stuffed the money in my pocket.

Because of his fuck up, I was able to go home and toss the rest of the weed because it was already paid for

I don't smoke, and I don't plan to start, That shit will fuck up a man's heart 

When I got home I crept inside, what I thought was quiet enough not to wake my mother.

"Rodney" My mothers voice asked worriedely.

Damn.

 "Yeah?"

"Were you out there being a thug like your daddy again? I thought I told you not to do that" She sighed.

"I ain't nothing like him Ma, don't worry about me go to bed. I don't want you waiting up on me anymore"I said helping her back to the room and into her bed.

"Listen, I don't care what your dad says. He won't do anything to me. Well get by somehow I don't want you out there selling your innocence " She said sincerely placing a hand on my cheek.

"Goodnight ma " I kissed her forehead and walked out to my own room

I hated how upset it made her when I was out late at night doing the evil acts my father forced me to do.

But it's not like I had a choice.

I was doing this for her

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