Recovery

chapter 15

i left jacob's house that next morning for school. i was upset because i had to go home when i really wanted to stay and help jacob and his mama. anyways today in school was really awkward. i didn't talk to any of the girls except for kylie, if the rest of them want to act like bitches than fuck em.

after school i drove home taking my time i didn't want to have to face my brother because i knew once i did it wasn't gone to pretty. i parked my car in the drive way then walked into the house. i saw my brother and his friends sitting in the living room drinking. i rolled my eyes as i walked pass going into the kitchen.

" well hello to you too." my brother said sarcastically. i ignored him as i filled my cup up with juice.

" where the fuck you been all weekend?" chres asked.

"why are you always worried about what im doing? learn how to mind your business." i spat getting sick of him. he got up off the couch coming towards me as i tried to walk upstairs.

"get the fuck back here." chres shouted.

" your not my damn daddy!" i screamed as i turned towards him. he raised his hand and smacked me across my face... hard. i fell to the floor as i held onto my face tears started coming down i looked up at him in shock. i couldn't believe it. my own brother just hit me.

" aye chill out!" prod shouted as he ran over grabbing chresanto.

" yea, thats yo sister man!" ray said shaking his head.

"no, let me the fuck go. she want to run around here acting like a hoe with jacob thinking she grown, well im gone beat her ass like she grown." chres said in a low sinister tone.  

" fuck you!" i shouted at him as he shoved prod off of him and grabbed me off of the floor by my neck.

" i fucking told you a million times to stay away from him but you just don't know how to listen." chres said shaking his head.

" nothing you say or do will keep me away from him." i cried out while trying to get out of his grip  chres chuckled.

" next time we gone do more than jump him... next time we come out to Inglewood your little boyfriend will be dead." chres told me. my mouth dropped open my brother and his friends really beat jacob and tried to kill him? wow. and they judge jacob for what hes done when in reality they're 5x worst. but the difference between jacob and my brother is that jacob is actually about that life. hes seen it all  and experienced it all. but my brother on the other hand was just a little suburbs boy trying his hardest to fit in.

" your a pretender." i growled lowly just loud enough for him to hear it. he looked at me dead in the eyes.

" yea well it won't be pretend when that bullet rip through his body." chres said as he let me go i stumbled back and held my neck as the tears continued to come down. i shook my head as i walked upstairs to the bathroom. i had a big read bruise on my neck where he grabbed me and a bruise on my cheek where he slapped me. i looked into the mirror crying. out of all the people in the world chres would be the LAST that i expected would ever out his hands on me.

meanwhile prod was downstairs screaming at chres. " are you fucking stupid?!" prod shouted. " you just fucking told her that were the ones who jumped jacob." prod spat while shaking his head. chres shrugged as he continued to sip on his drink. " then you hit here too! did you see them bruises you left! when jacob see that hes coming straight for your ass." prod pointed out.

" i dont give a fuck!" chres shouted. prod looked at him.

" yea well i hope you ready to die because once all this shit get back to his friends they will be coming for all of our asses just because you wanna be stupid." prod said knowingly. the difference between prod and the rest of my brothers friends was that prod was actually experienced with the hood. his dad lived in Inglewood for a year so he knows all about jacob and his friends and what they're capable of and for that he feared them just like everybody else in Inglewood.

while all hell was breaking loose in my house hold jacob was at home taking care of his mom. he wondered where the bills went and why the lights didn't go off yet it was then that he realized i had paid the bills even tho he said don't. jacob didn't understand how i was so loyal. growing up in Inglewood he was taught that anybody that never experienced struggle was fake. and since i grew up with money he figured id be the same. but now that he knows im not it make him look at suburbs people alittle differently not all of us were bad. jacob was beginning to grow some serious feelings for me but he had no idea how to deal with it. he has never loved a girl this much in his life infact he never even had a real girlfriend before hes so used to just having sex with a girl one day then being done with her the next so this whole relationship thing was all new to him. he saw his mom coming out of the shower going to her room to get dressed. he sighed she looked so sick in the face he had no idea why she was still sick after all these weeks, it had to be something much more serious than a cold. after he made sure his room was feed and comfortable in bed he grabbed his baggies and head out the door to make that money the best way he knew how but this time he had his pistol gripped in his hand his guard was up and he watched everything around him cautiously. meanwhile jacob's friends were out looking for answers as to who jumped him. but truthfully jacob didn't care about getting revenge with the people who jumped him. jacob was trying to become a new person.