A/N: Sorry about the short chapter. Sooo sorry its only 2 pages. We went on vaca and my mom banned electronics. I swear next week will be 5 pages. :P
Dakota's POV.
Two weeks later:
I once again asked Trey about the whole virgin thing. He said he was and that he wasn't lying. I swear to god he is. But he's been acting different lately. All fidgety and protective. Like I'm not complaining. But observing. Something is wrong with him and he won't tell me. And another thing, he is always leaving to go handle what he calls 'busniess'.
"Trey." I muffle slowly, pulling away from our kiss. He stares me straight in the eyes. "Whats wrong with you?"
"What do you mean: Whats wrong with me?" he says, as if I have noticed him these past two weeks.
"Don't fuck with me Trey. I'm not stupid. Your hiding something from me." He opens his mouth as if to say something but doesn't. Sudden;y, he gives me a guilty glare.
"Dakota.." he says stroking my cheek. "I...I'm fine...I promise you. Okay?"
I squint my eyes. He's lying. "Okay."
Once again, Trey pressed his soft lips against mine. He ran his fingers through my hair as he explores my mouth more deeply. So much passion. So much depth. I don't know what to think. And then, his phone rings.
"Uh..Dakota." he says awkwardly, pulling away from our kiss and fishing his phone out of my pocket.
"What now Trey?" I pull away too, now annoyed.
He glances at his phone for a quick second and turns to me with a weak smile. "I'm sorry babe. I have....to...go."
"Go where Trey? Every time I turn around you have to 'go'. Like what the fuck! Where are you going?"
"Look Dakota. I know. But I have to go. I promise I'll make it up to later."
I cross my arms over my chest, in a pouting motion.
"Come on Trey. You say that everything single time. And you are making this constant. Where do you go? Maybe if you told me, it would help."
He gives me a guilty yet 'please stop' look. I know he's hiding something. "Look Baby. We can talk later. I have to go."
"You know what Trey...whatever." I get up from the couch and walk over to the island in the kitchen.
"Dakota baby. I'm sorry. I am just. It's just..."
"Its just what Trey!" I screech. He's getting my upset. With all the lies and hiding and leaving.
"I can't tell you Dakota. I'm sorry." He says softly, slipping his hand into mine. "I just can't tell you."
I pull my hand away. "And why not Trey! I'm your girlfriend! You can tell me. Its your fucking obligation to tell me! And why can't you! If this was me hiding shit, you would bethe first perosn on my ass about it."
"ITS FOR YOU OWN GOOD!" he screams, banging his hand on the kitchen counter. I can't help but jump. I can see that I've worked him up. And that his temper has gotten the best of him. But don't care. I have the right to know. Why can't he just tell me. It makes me more suspicious. I bet if were still best friends he would tell me. But now I'm pissed. So many things are racing through my mind at this moment.
Is he cheating?
Where is he going?
Why can't he tell me?
I grab my jacket and bag off the couch and turn around to him. His face is red and his lips pouted.
"You know what Trey." I say with a shallow smile. "I think it was better when we were just friends."
And with that I walk out of the door.
Trey's POV.
As Dakota walks out of the door, I sit back on the couch and place my hands on my head. I sigh deeply. Another argument. The fourth one this week. I don't even know what I'm doing. Am I doign the right thing?
I think it was better when we were just friends.
That hurts. Really bad actually. I don't think Dakota understand how much it stings. It took me 10 years to finally realize that I loved her. And then for her to say that it was better when we were at the state, it hurts.
But Dakota, how can I tell her? How can I tell her that I've been dragged into my brothers old gang? How can I tell her all the horrific shit I've seen the last 2 weeks? How can I tell her that they want me to sell drugs? How can I tell her that I'm doing this to protect her? She doesn't understand that I have to protect her. She's mine. And I will defend her with my life. That's my motherfucking right.
I check the message on my phone one more time.
Deno: Meet me @ Peak Woods in 15 minutes. No more watchin boy. Its time 2 get 2 wrk.
I grit my teeth. It's not like I want to do this. I have no choice. But I have to think about my family and about Dakota. What would my mom say? How would she feel she she knew what I was doing? If she thought she was going to loose another son to drugs. But how could I tell her? How could I tell anyone without putting them into danger? And if I did tell them, there would be nothing they could do about it. Nothing.
With that being said, I ignore what my heart is telingl me and follow my mind. I walk out the front door and right to Peak Woods.
15 Minutes Later:
"I'm here Deno." I say as he approach's me, hands in pockets.
He smiles. "I got something for you, Tremaine." he says. My eyes narrow at the use of my real name.
"What the fuck could you possibly have for me?"
"Something you'll need. In order to be a real street thug." Checking around for strangers, he hands me a black bag from out of his back pocket. "Take it."
Hesitantly, I take the bag in my hands. Its warm, as if, whatever is inside was just used.
I look at Deno. He smiles. "Unzip it."
I do. And whats inside, scares the shit out of me. A bloody gun, and a finger.
A/n: I plan to make it as grusome as possible. Brace yourselves.What do you think Trey is going to do? Cower or join? Sorry about the short chapter. PLEASE REMIND ME ABOUT WHO I PROMISED DEDICATIONS TO!!!! I FORGET!!!
