Dangerous Curves (UNDER RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 5

Forever POV

"I love to sit here and talk about yall hoe problems,but I got work in the morning" I chuckled while shaking my brothers up.

"Remember lil brah, I always got a spot for you" Tone said firing up a blunt. I just waved him off, exiting his apartment.

Tone was my oldest brother, probably one of the biggest dope dealers around. I loved him to death but there's no way I could possibly sell dope for him nor anyone else, I had more common sense than that. I was happy with my bullshit ass job at UPS delivering packages.

I'm the youngest boy out of 4, same mother same pops; both were junkies. My mother died when I was 9 years old from an overdose, that's probably one reason why I don't fuck with drugs not even cigarettes. I was in and out of foster homes until Tone, showed the courts he was financially stable to take care of me, and I was released. As far as my pops, he's still out there in the streets on that shit, it's funny cause I don't know weather he's dead or alive. I could say I turnt out pretty good for a nigga that's been through so much. I'm 19 , attend community college, have my own job and apartment.

Driving down 56th street, on my way to the crib. In the distance I could see a girl carrying another body, I didn't know what was going on, so I stopped. The girl went on and on about how her friend was raped and she needed my help. I couldn't just let her carry that burden all the way to the hospital, I mean she was beyond gorgeous so that was a bonus.

After arriving to Jackson, I could tell this girl was heartbroken about the situation, the way her tears swam done her face, I wanted to cry for her. In result, all I could do was offer her a shoulder to cry on. I don't know why but I sorta had a tingly feeling towards her, I just had to have her number, so I mustard up enough confidence to ask her, happily she gave it to me along with her name. I offered her a ride home but there's no way she was leaving her friend , so l left.

The next day...

6:00am

Today I had a 4hr shift that I really didn't want to complete but hey time is money. All night I thought about Jolié I couldn't get over how beautiful she was, she was plus size but that didn't matter to me, I hear they love the hardest. Seeing her again would be great , but then again I didn't want to interfere. She had a lot on her plate , and I thought coming on to her would just put her in a confuse place, so I was gonna wait, but I wouldn't hurt to be friends; so I texted her.

Text message

Me: good morning 👋

1 hour later

I checked my phone still no text from her, maybe she didn't want to speak. So I went on with my day.