Drifting Back [Fanfiction G-Eazy] Book 1

White like Snow

London was lit, I couldn't say how many shows we'd done or interviews had pasted. This girl was gorgeous, her hair blonde and soft like silk. Her skin was perfect... Perfect to snort another line off of and numb myself. She was drunk out of her mind by the time I kicked her out of my suite and locked the door. Laying naked under the silk sheets. My mind was spinning, dare I say I tried to forget about the girl back home. She had called and I ignored. Over and over again. I dunno why, maybe it was fear. I wrote it down weeks ago.

Got this flight to London, I ain't pop no Xans for it
In case you was wonderin', I ain't even plan for it
I just left L.A, barely caught the plane
Fuckin' TSA, swear a nigga ran for it
Ain't used to this fame shit
This you-all-know-my-name-shit
Me, I'm just the same kid
That fucked around and made it
Fucked over my main chick
Damn she was the main chick
Thinkin' 'bout the game
I shouldn't have played, but I played it

Probably because of all the photos that kept surfacing is why I didn't have the balls to answer. Girls hanging out with me at the clubs, my suite, hell even me doing blow. Someone got the money shot, yet it barely made the news. I was just another rapper on drugs what was new?

"G...? You in here?" I could barely focus on Marty and Blizzy walking into my bedroom. I blinked a few times, I was too high to answer. " Fuck man... You look like shit." A laugh escaped me as I struggled to put boxers on for a moment.

" What you want man..." James walked in with Suzanne then it sunk in like quick sand. Reality. She could barely look at me before she left the room. James coming over and grabbing my face.

"G how much did you do?"

"I..." I covered my mouth and stumbled to the bathroom, puking up the remains of what I had managed to consume that day. Which was an Apple and a ton of liquor. James helped my sorry ass the bed. "What... What day is it?"

"You were suppose to be back in LA last week you fucker..."

"D? Danny?"

" She didn't come Gerald. You royal fucked up as usual!" I groaned as my head hit the pillow. It had been over a month. Why didn't anyone help me home? Well because in my drunken mess I changed hotels and told absolutely no one. My memories barely there considering the past weeks.

" She called me... I need to call her!" I sat up slowly and reached for my phone, James took it from my grasp. I lacked the energy to even try and fight back. At this point I was more than lanky. I was sick.

"Sober up. I don't think she wants to talk to G-Eazy..." I felt another weight on the bed and glanced over, my mom covering me up more and sighing.

"Ma?"

"What Gerald?"

"I'm sorry."

"I am too... For not stopping this when I first saw it coming... I should have trusted my motherly instincts and not you to handle it Gerald." Just like that sobs left me, I was weak I didn't feel like moving.

" She ain't gonna forgive me again..."

"I think she understands what demons you're facing honey... I think she'll forgive you..." My mom kissed my head, gosh anyone whom touched me felt so cold against my heated skin. " get some rest..."

"Can we call her first?" I mumbled and my mother nodded slowly. James handed her my phone and she dialed away.

"Be quiet now... Let me talk first honey." The phone rang until finally a soft sigh passed the voice on the other end.

"Danny?"

" Hey Suz.... You found him I assume since this is his phone number.."

" Yeah he's in pretty bad shape... You were right. It was what you thought..."

"I know... Hopefully he wants to get clean..."

"I know... Listen he wants to talk to you... Will you talk to him?"

"Of course..."

"Here Gerald..." She handed me the phone, though still on speaker.

"Danny?"

" Hey Ger... Your mom tells me you're not feeling so good..."

"I miss you... James said I'm a fuck up... I am... I admit it..." There was a long pause then another sigh.

"I miss you too... But you gotta get back to the states... We can talk it through and finish this album yeah? We can get you health Ger." A smile cracked my lips. She was at least willing to talk. Maybe not be back to what we just had, but it counted for something.

"Yeee." I mumbled and closed my eyes, phone still in hand. "I'm sorry... I drifted off somewhere."

"Well you'll be drifting back to me... I'll try and help as much as I can Ger... We all got problems..."

"I doubt you've got any problems D..."

"I actually do for once... I gotta go though Ger..."

"I love you D..."

"I love you too Gerald... Be safe I'll see you soon." I hung up the phone and just like that I was soon fast asleep. The next day was hell when I awoke. My body craved more and more of the drug and I didn't resist looking for it in my things. Missing. It was fucking missing.

"James!" I hollared before slipping on my leather jacket, I had already dressed and showered by now. Slowly my brother walked in, with a confused look on his face.

"What?"

"Where is it? Where the fuck is it?" In mere moments I had him pinned against the wall, holding onto his jacket. "Where is my shit?"

"I don't fucking know! Probably all up your fucking nose bro!" I blinked a few times. Like always after I lost my temper reality creeped back into my mind. I let him go and snatched up my carry on and suitcase before heading out with the squad. What what waiting for me back home.