ride. ( dreezy & 21 savage )

63) Young Savage

awe , father son shit 🤘 his son cute too 😂 look better than him

I slipped into a depression over the next month. I still talked to Chardae and everything but I still needed Chy's guidance, Deja's humor and everything about G-Dot.

CPS let me take custody of India. I tried to get back in a relationship with Shayaa but that lasted for about two weeks. India turned three, and I still didn't move on with my life.

Shayaa didn't like me being depressed. He tried to help me out as much as he could but even he couldn't help. The best thing he did was stopping me from taking antidepressants. I barely got any sleep so the bags under my eyes were extra dark. I was thinking about committing suicide, but I realized that wouldn't help anything. Either way, Shayaa said he never in his life wanted to see me go into suicidal depression.

It was around 2:15, so I had to get up to get ready to pick up India. I didn't feel like fishing through my drawers just to find some sweatpants so I just threw on whatever shirt and jeans I could find.

I sighed, in the car, waiting for the supervisor to come out. Five more minutes and I would have to go in to get her.

Five minutes passed fast so I turned my car off and got out of the car. I walked in to see India sitting on the floor crying and Robin (she insisted I call her that, she's the supervisor) trying to get her to stop crying.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know, she just sat down and started crying while I was taking her out." Robin said.

I bent down to pick her up and she kicked her little legs around. "What's wong boo?" I asked. This baby talk was rubbing off on me. Hell no.

She kept crying. She could talk, and she picked up my swearing habit as well, but she barely talked anyway. I would be the one dead and not Chy if she was here and she found out.

"Thank you, Robin." I said, zipping up my jacket.

"No problem, call me if you need anything." Robin said.

I walked out with a wailing India in my arms. "Come the hell off it, India." I said.

I called Shayaa. "Help me." I pleaded.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"She won't stop crying. I don't know what to do, she's being complicated for no weaso--reason." I said. See, this baby talk is getting to me.

"Bring her over." He said.

"On my way." I said.

I buckled India into the car and was on my way to Shayaa's house. When I got there India was asleep. It took me a minute to notice. I carefully took her out of the car seat and lifted her out of the car.

I was thankful Devon was coming from Atlanta this weekend to get India. I needed a break. I knocked on Shayaa's door and he answered it. "How you get her sleep?" He asked, closing the door.

"Driving." I said.

"Wow." He said.

"Can I put her in the back?" I said.

This was the most I had said all week. Since Chy passed, it had only been one or two word sentences.

He nodded. I took India to the back and came back out. "Come here." He said.

I sat down. He instead pulled me into his lap. "Talk to me." He said.

"About what?" I said quietly.

"What's bothering you. Why you ain't like you normally is. You know, since you depressed now. I oughta kick yo ass." He said.

I shook my head. "Gimme a small smile." He said.

I shook my head again. "Shayaa, I don't know why it was me." I said, my voice cracking and barely crashing on the outside of Shayaa's ears.

"Awe, come on." He said, pulling my into his chest.

My eyes watered and my mind threatened me to cry. "I don't know why it was me, losing G-Dot, losing Dej, losing Chy, I don't know why it was them." I said, and let out a short sob.

"You remember what I said before Chy er... died?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I said everybody gotta die at some point. Nobody is gone live to the world ending. Life gotta end somehow, some way." He said.

"I know, I get it. I just want to know why they had to be so young, they too young to die, and I'm still here, in south side Chicago, 21 years old, still not dead yet." I said.

Shayaa rubbed my back. "I don't like this depressed Seandrea. What you need to do is, instead of grieving over Chy and Dej and G-Dot, go find and kill whoever killed Chy and Dej." He said.

"Imani." I said.

"Then go kill Imani and Travis." He said.

"I can't do that Shayaa, I don't have a crew, most of them is dead. Chardae won't hold a gun for her life, and you never know what they got up they sleeve. Chances is, I'm up next." I said.

"Don't say that." Shayaa said, grabbing my chin so I could look at him. He had this aggressive look in his eyes that almost scared me.

"Look, you don't gotta have everybody on your side. We can ride. Just me and you. Hell, we can plan a shoot out if that's what you hoping for." He said.

I nodded. "Now lemme have a piece of this waist one more time." He said. I laughed for the first time in a month, and it felt weird.

Hi y'all 💥

two more chapters ❤💛💚💙💜

Heyy , it's finna be a shoot out up in here 😈😛!

I lowkey want Imani and Travis to die too ! Like y'all niggas VAIN .

shout out to @llwassupgangll just because you an ... associate 😂 .

Okay bye