A FEIND

Prologue

I was walking down the street high off crack. I was on my way to the liquor store to beg for some money. I finally walked across the street before almost getting ran over. "Move BITCH" a random man yelled in his car as I flicked him off.

After finally making it half way into the store. Someone grabbed me. "Aye how old are you" he asked. "23 why" I lied. "Look I'm ask that question one more time, and I'll need the right response" he said looking serious. I looked down with the right answer this time, like he asked. "18, why you wanna know" I said irritated.

"Cause you high as fuck, and way under age." Who sold to you" he asked? Damn he ask too many questions. "Some dude name Mello." I said trying to act like I barely knew him. "18 is not under age." I said kind of with a slur. "Because he shouldn't be selling you shit. I may do what I do, but ion play that. Go tell Mel that Reese said do this under age shit again and that's his ass" My eyes got big. I was standing face to face with Reese. He's only 23 acting like he's 50.

Flash Back

When I was only 9 my brother MJ and I got separated. He was my best friend my everything. You see why be anything when you have nothing? I looked for my brother for 10 years thinking there's hope. Did he even look back? When I turned 18 I let myself go hard.

"Maliah" Mj said. "Mom said some downstairs the foods almost done."

"Is she alone." I asked MJ.

"No, it's a man downstairs. He's cool." Mj said going into his room.

"Cool to you mean to me." I said under my breath knowing what was about to happen.

I snapped out it once I saw Mello. "Aye Mello." Once he saw me he came at me full charge grabbing my arm, and pulled me to the side. "Why the fuck did you tell Reese I sold to you!" I side eyed him. "Mello you know damn well why." I said irritated as my high started to come down. Mello stepped back and stared at me for a good 20 seconds. It felt like 10 mins. "I'm get you help. I been selling to you for a whole year. He's right. We should be working towards leading the youth to a better path." He said trying to be deep. "Nigga you 22 selling drugs. You're still the youth the fuck." I said getting ready to walk away. He snatched my arm and threw me in his car. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE GOING." I yelled at Mello as he stayed quiet. FUCK I thought to myself.

After driving for an hour, we arrived at a rehab facility. "WTF MELLO. WHY THE FUCK ARE WE HERE" I yelled. "You know damn well why. I been selling to you for a year. You smart as hell, and you're the main reason our product has been doing so good. When you get high you tend to come up with good ideas. That's the reason I kept selling to you. To pull info out of you." He said with guilt in his eyes. I shook my head. He's the reason I'm the way I am.

A/N: This is my first serious book I put out a lame ass book when I was like 12 or 13. I'm 21 now so lets get it cracking.