Next Gen

Chapter ·37· A Broken Man

°Angel in the Media☝📷

=The Next Morning, October 31st= (Angel's POV)🎃👻

"Happy Halloween, my treat came early" she teased, grabbing my butt as it sat on top of her.

"You act like it's yours" I chuckle, still paying my phone more attention.

"It was last night and so was that box"

"I forgot they call it that, that's a better word to use--"

*smack* 💢

"What the fuck?" I turn around pissed, feeling the burn from the slap.

"I missed you" she hugs me.

"Your so annoying, stop slapping my butt please"

"I will. Just because you said please"

"Oh my god. People are really liking our new video"

"What video?"

"The video me and Ari made for our version of Drake's song 'Blessed'. I thought I told you about it" I look back.

"Nah. I didn't even know y'all made music on the side, you just told me you had one song coming out"

"Well yeah, but I want you to see the video now. Let's watch it together" I climb up to her level, holding the phone up for us to see.

"Let's see"

[In the blonde is Angel (Dakota Gonzalez)😍 and in the black is Armani (Dylan Gonzalez)😙]

"What you think?" I smile, watching the video go off in my hands.

"I like it but there's one thing"

I suck my teeth. "What?"

"Y'all looking way too good in that video, no wonder why niggas going crazy from it. Y'all both sexy as shit, can sing and got some rockin'-ass bods too. Shit. Roll it back" she placed her hand under her chin.

"No creepy-ass"

"But y'all did good though, I like it"

"Thanks" I peck her cheek, going back to my social media.

=6:18 pm=🌄 *phone rings*📞

Taking a nap in my room now , my phone wakes me up slightly. Alex left about an hour ago, giving me some time to prepare for tonight. We were supposed to be going to this Halloween party🙈🎃👻

"Hello?" I finally answer, not recognizing the number.

"Hello? This is the Florida Rehabilitation center slash medical treatment, I would like to get in touch with.....Angel Jackson?"

"Uh *sits up* this is her..."

"Hi yes, are you familiar with a client of mine named Curtis Martín?" ...😐

"Uh, yes"

"Well Ms. Jackson, I have some news to share with you. Mr. Martín is in need of.......your assistance...."

=8:10 pm=🕢✨

Currently, I'm sitting in the waiting room of this rehabilitation center, not really knowing what to expect. The woman I spoke to urged me to come here and it was something about Curtis. You remember Curtis, right?

My 'thuglife' ex-boyfriend, who used me, cheated on me and is probably the main reason I'm hurt til this day. Even I couldn't forget about him, and I tried. But what the fuck are you doing here Angel?????😕😑

A tall brunette haired woman approaches my seat, holding on to a clipboard and adjusting her glasses. "Hi, you must be Miss Jackson?"

"Yes, that's me" I stand up.

"I so appreciate you coming here Ms. Jackson, I think it's best for him to be with you"

"Uh--yeah about that. What is me coming here about?"

"I need Mr. Martín to move on past his tragedy and I think you can help him do that. He's a broken man really and I just want him with a responsible friend, not where he used to hang out around"

"So.......you want him to stay with me?" my eyes widen.

"Yes..."

"No. Me and him aren't even cool, and do not I wish to go down that path again" I give her the hand slightly.

"Ma'am please" she held on to my hand, making me look down. "Please. Whatever you guys had before is yes over but--your the only one he has. The only one he has opened up to me about and that says a lot. He's not nearly the same person you knew back then, this guy is seriously.....in need of support. He's disabled temporary due to one of his legs being broken and he's emotionally damaged. You'll see what I'm talking about and I hope you'll at least try to help him. He brought it to my attention that you two broke up in a bad state, he's aware of that. But then he started crying in my office, telling me that he's sorry about what he did to you.....what the alcohol made him do to you. He also mentioned how special you were to him and about his dreams of you two being together. Like what he thought was going to happen if you hadn't broke up"

"What else did he say?" I squint my eyes, now quite surprised at what he has bothered to say about me.

"He'll tell you himself, once he's ready. I can assure he will"

"Mm, so where is he?" I sigh.

"I'll go fetch him" she walks away.

Turning around, I take a seat again and wait for her to bring out this "broken man" as she calls it. I just couldn't believe anything she's been telling me, she needed to show me some evidence asap. ......because why should I ever go out of my way to protect a bum-ass no good nigga--

Suddenly I see the two slowly make it over to me and slowly because he was on crutches. This made me stand up, meeting the woman as she left him to come over to me once more. We both looked back at him, seeing him not even attempting to move a muscle. He stared down at the floor intensely, blinking his eyes once or twice before keeping them closed completely.

He did look different, and actually better than he did before, way better. Its like he went back to looking the man I fell in love with back in high school. He was pale, the tattoos on his face were gone crazy enough, and his hair was cut down and no longer curly. There was a huge difference.

"He's completely sober as well, and he doesn't want anything to do with drugs or alcohol" she tells me.

"Wow really? That's quite shocking to me"

"People overcome those things dear, especially when you go through a tragedy like Mr. Martín"

"What happened?"

"I'll let him tell you okay, but don't rush it. Let him tell you naturally"

Too be continued...
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Q: Your thoughts on what happened to Curtis?👀👀👀❓❓❓