Recovery

chapter 14

" babe, im running to the store ill be right back." jacob said as he slipped on his jacket. i glanced at the time which read 12:30am

"you driving?" i asked him. he shook his head no. i was worried because this is Inglewood. jacob must have saw how worried i was because he kissed me on the forehead.

" don't worry babe, ill be right back." he assured me. but that wasn't enough to stop me from being worried. " look if im not back by one call will. " he joked. i sighed then looked back towards the tv.

" okay." i sighed.

he laughed again as he grabbed his gun and headed out the door. but what i didn't know is that jacob wasn't really going to the store he was going to sell a few baggies since he was running low on money. yea jacob is back selling but he was smart enough not to let me find out. i sat there watching tv as i kept glancing at the clock meanwhile jacob was out handling his business. he had only been out there for 15 minutes and had already made 750 dollars by selling 3 baggies of cocaine. this was fast money. as jacob sold one more bag he felt accomplished with the 1000 dollars that he made and was heading home.

as he turned around walking back up the strip heading home the streets were getting empty and it was getting even darker but that didn't faze jacob because hes been in Inglewood so long he knows EVERYONE from the old people down to the babies. and everybody know what jacob and his friend's were capable of so they didn't want to get on their bad side. so jacob felt safe he had no worries......

well that was until he was hit in the back of his head causing him to fall face first onto the concrete jacob used everything in him to try and recover from the hard unexpected blow as he turned over reaching for his pistol. the masked men continued to stomp and punch and beat jacob  with bats until they saw blood they then ran off leaving jacob for dead.

as i glanced at the clock again i realized it was 1:30 i gasped as i jumped out the bed. oh my god! wheres jacob?! i thought to my self as i nervously began to pace. i sat back on the bed trying to calm myself down. maybe im just over reacting. i dialed jacob's number and listened as it rang.... rang.... then rang some more. eventually it went to voice mail my heart beat increased jacob has never missed one of my calls which caused me to wonder. i ran outside hoping into my car heading down the block to will's house just like jacob told me to do. once i got there i ran to the door not even thinking about being scared the only thing i could worry about was jacob. as i banged on the door white boy answered with an irritated face.

"why the hell you knocking like the police?" he asked. i pushed pass him walking into the house to see everybody sitting around some was smoking and others were putting cocaine into baggies. " have any of you seen jacob?" i blurted out. will looked up at me.

" yea... he came by like an hour ago to get his pick up." will said.

" pick up?" i questioned.

"yea he came to pick up his miley" will said in slang terms i stood there confused as to who the hell was miley?

" his white girl." ron said trying to make it easier for me to understand but i was still confused.

" Its cocaine! damn bitch." lesley spat. i nodded not even feeling like arguing with her. " well look jacob told me that if he wasn't home by one to call you." i said to will. he looked up at me thinking for a while until he finally pulled out his phone calling jacob. as he waited for it to ring he ended up getting the voice mail just like me. will slowly removed the phone from his ear. " load up." he told them. he had a feeling that something wasn't right. as everybody jumped to their feet loading their guns and putting the drugs away i stood there helpless. each of them pulled their black mask over their face and headed for the door but as soon as Nina opened it jacob fell onto the floor. " oh shit." white boy exclaimed.

" get em up!" Will ordered as we all helped jacob on to the couch. he groaned holding his face. he was beat up.... bad. " baby." i cried out as i leaned down next to him gently rubbing his face.

" get off of me." jacob choked out as he jerked away from us. " which one of yall set me up?" he questioned as he pulled out his gun cocking it back.

"what?" ron asked.

" which one of yall bitch asses sat me up?! was it you? " jacob said pointing his gun to lesley. " or you?" he asked pointing it to white boy. "or how about you?" he asked pointing his gun to will. will's eyes opened wider in shock. " what the fuck?" will growled.

" you heard what the fuck i said. " jacob snarled. " one of yall set me up!" Jacob hollered.

"come on now you better than that B we grew up together since we was shorties and you gone sit up here accusing me of setting you up? " will asked getting defensive. " i don't have to set nobody up if i wanted yo ass beat then i could have did that shit straight up, aint no bitch in my blood." will growled. " but you should fucking know i would never even think about hurting you, we bros!" Will shouted. " right?" he asked looking at jacob. " right?!" He repeated. jacob let his arm fall in defeat as he dropped back down on the couch.

" right." jacob said lowly as he held his head in his hands. he was loosing it.  jacob was so confused he knew he had enemies but he didn't think someone would be dumb enough to try some shit which is why he had his guard down. but what got to jacob the most is the fact he still had his 1000 dollars in his pocket and his left over baggies meaning those masked men didn't jump him to rob him they jumped him and left him for dead meaning that it was personal. at this point nobody was loyal in his eyes everyone became a suspect. 

" don't even trip off this man, we gone get them suckas who did this." ron said shaking his head. white boy agreed as will looked off to the side with his jaw clenched. he was furious. it got to him the most because him and jacob are the closest and the fact that someone left jacob for dead made will want to go crazy he couldn't stand the thought of losing his bestfriend. 

while all this was going on chres hopped into the car with prod, myles,and ray as they took off their masks smiling. " you think we killed him?" myles questioned. prod shook his head no.

" if anything we just put him to sleep." prod said. but they were wrong. they didn't understand how strong jacob truly was and how much his body could bare.... all they did was leave a few bruises but that was nothing compared to what they was going to get back in return. revenge is what jacob and his friends feed off. and they were going to be sure to get revenge by any means necessary.