Next Gen

Chapter ·60· Last resort

°Jay in the Media☝📷

(Jay Jay's POV)💀

"Baby?" I hear Christine call out from the hallway.

"Yo?..." I ask, texting Dinarah's irkin'-ass back.

Dyme💎💍: wtf. I just need u to watch her for 1 fuckin hr so I can go out

Me:😒 how many times do i have to say im busy. I would lov to spend time w/ my daughter but I just need this night off

"Hey, what you doing?" Christine comes into the bedroom where I laid on the bed.

"Texting..."

"Who?"

"Diya and she's pissing me off..."

"Of course" she takes a seat on the bed.

"What's up though?" I ask, before looking down at her response.

Dyme💎💍: wtf is more important than ur child💢❗

Me: diya plz. Enough w/ the bs. Nothing is more important than my baby but I just cnt 2nite

Dyme💎💍: sucka dick👆

Me: uk that's not a middle finger, mad ass😂😔

Dyme💎💍: how bout this👟? When I stick my foot up yo ass with my butters

Me: k.

"What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing now. She just said she going to stick her foot in my ass while wearing her tims....so yeah"

She laughed. "I swear that bitch is crazy. Good thing she don't mess with me no more"

"Mhm.." I wipe my face.

"But I'm a need you to get some type of money by Friday. You know our bills are due...and um--. Look I know you lost your job but your supposed be providing for me, I can't pay all the bills this Friday..."

"You can't at least help out? I mean this is your house"

"But you always pay the bills.."

"Christine I lost my fucking job!" I lose my temper.

"And your about to lose your girlfriend if you keep yelling and cursing at me!" she yelled back.

"Look yo, I can't right now" I say, standing to my feet.

"You can't what?"

"I just need to be alone right now or I'm a lose my fucking mind in here..."

*
Standing at the bus stop and waiting for the bus to arrive, which was now 15 minutes late by the way. I hear a familiar voice startle me from behind.

"Hey dawg?"

"What now?" I sigh and turn around.

"Oh nothing. Where you going, homes?"

"To go drink..." I confess.

"Damn. You stressed bad aren't you"

"Can't you tell? I'm just really getting tired of this shit, like I feel....like I'm a end up doing something soon. And I hate to confess that. I gotta daughter to live for but now...I can't even buy her pull ups because daddy broker than broke"

"I can help you. You just gotta make a deal with me..."

"And that deal is?"

"If I help you with ya money issues, you gotta do some sh*t with me. That good sh*t too.."

"I'm not into drugs, man"

"You smoke weed..."

"Why you wanna get me caught up in that shit so bad? To the point you'll pay me"

"Look, I just need some new friends if I'm being honest. And now I see that you really need to let loose a little. I'm practically saving your life man. If you don't get a relief soon, you said you might try something..."

"How are you going to help me?"

"I can..give you some money temporary and hook you up with my man's down the block. You can become a new seller, if you want. That's where the real money come from"

"Drug dealing huh?"

"Shit, you see that red Mercedes in my drive way. I ain't get that by cutting hair nigga. The streets got me that and I'm just tryna spread the love"

I look away and look down the road.

"You in or nah, blood? You don't have to and I won't bother you afterwards"

I sigh deeply. "Fine and I need 700 from the jump" I shake his hand and seal the deal.

"I'll give you 800, that is if you can last long when that shit hit you..."

*
Now sitting in Carson's dinning room, he slides over a stack of money before getting up from his chair. I quickly grab the stack myself and count it out to 800. ...this nigga must really wanted to get me high, huh?

"I hope you ain't afraid of needles, blood" he says, bringing the stuff over and sitting it on the table.

"That shit clean right? I heard about that dirty needle shit and I ain't with that"

"Yo chilll, that's why I invest in so many needles. These are fresh and clean from the store" he prepares the drug.

"Mm" I simply agree, biting my lip.

A few seconds later, he comes up to me like a doctor with the needle in his hand ready to go. I show him my arm and lift up my sleeve.

He bends over and taps on my veins, trying to find a good one I assume before sticking me.

"Sss--you could've gave me a warning" I flinch.

"I knew you was scared" he laughed and eased up.

Injecting all of the drug inside, he pulled out the sharp edge and set it down before me.

"So...what is that stuff made with?"

"I mixed hero and crack, blood. Maybe you are an amateur..."

"How long it take?

"A minute or two..."

"Damn, how long it last?"

"Uhh, for me.....6 hours--"

Suddenly...something begins to happen to me, stopping us in mid conversation.

"You okay Carson? Why you looking green nigga?" I squint my eyes.

I hear him laugh slowly...and then really slowly.

"Yo...wha what the f*ck you d--o to me................niggggahhhh" I crack up.

"Welcome nigga, to bliss and peace" he says clearly.
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