A Thug's Cry

Chapter 8

(Des in the mm)

August Pov

I stopped at seven eleven before going home. Today was free slushy day and I didn't care how aggravated I am.  I was going to get my slushy.

I got out the car carrying my kool-aid jug and walked in the store.

I decided to get gas while i was here so i payed for my things and left. Before i made it the the gas pump i heard the sofest little whimpers coming from nowhere.

Help mee.... there it was again i began to look around in search of the noise.

I peered around the corner and in front of the the store gate was a small framed girl laying on the concrete holding her leg to her chest.

"Hey love you ight?" I asked her.

"My legs broken i need help please." She spoke while lifting her head.

"Deyla?!"

"Just get me out of hear August please!"

I nodded and lifted her body slowly from the ground. I carried her to my car buckled her in and headed for the emergency room.

We pulled up to the emergency room and I grabbed a wheelchair to roll Deyla inside.

She talked to some lady at the front desk while she gathered all her information.

"And you are?" She turned to me.

"Im her boyfriend." I blurted knowing they wouldn't allow me to stay with her otherwise.

She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. I touched her shoulder letting her know everything would be fine.

The lady then called someone to escort us to a examine room. It took about 40 minutes before a Doctor joined us.

" Alright sweetheart I've looked over you x-rays and it's definitely broken, your going to be in a cast and cruthes for 6-8 weeks." She said with a sad smirk on her face.

Deyla held her head down and i knew she was about to cry.

"Whats wrong? your going to be okay." I said lifting her head with my finger.

"I can't go back there right now August ." She pouted.

"Back where?" I questioned

"Home! August I just cant explain right now can you just take me to a hotel? I promise I will pay you back as soon as I can!" She pleaded

"Nah you can stay with me love I got a couple guest rooms and my mama won't mind." I told her

She nodded and said thankyou. We stood leaving and I helped her balance herself on her crutches, she would need to practice being on them so I just let her try to make it to the car.

The drive home was a peaceful silence as the music played in the back ground.

Red light, you know I can't make this thing that official
Believe, we had a great night but I ain't the type to tell you that I miss you - shit
You don't like that, I make this easy, leaving
After sexing on the floor
Baby I know you need me, like I need you
But I'm not the one you wanna love

She hummed along silenty while resting her head against the window. After 15 more minutes of driving we made it to my house.

She watched me in awe as I put the password into the gate. They opened and I drove up the long curved driveway parking on the right side of the house.

I shuffled to the other side of the car and opened the door letting deyla out.
"Thankyou" she said as she struggled to gather her crutches.

I walked behind her just in case she lost her balance. I opened the front door and gestured for her to enter first.

Closing and locking the door behind us i dropped my bags by the sofa and called upstairs.

"Maaaaa..." i yelled

"Mamaaaaaaa.." i shouted again

I heard her footsteps and waited for her to come down. "What boy? doing all that damn yelling!" She said annoyed.

"—Oh hey baby." She said looking over to Deyla.

I chuckled. "Your voice changed quick." I told her.

"Shutup boy.. who is your pretty little friend." She asked while studying deyla's leg.

"Ma this is Deyla can she stay here for a lil while?" I asked knowing the answer would be yes.

"Of course she can baby.. yall just clean up after y'all self."

"Thankyou." Deyla said quietly.

I showed Deyla her room it was parallel to mine. I took her back pack up the stairs for her when my mind thought back to my slushy.

"Oh shit my shit probably melted." I said out loud.

"Nah its good cuhh." I heard someone reply when I turned around Des was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with my slushy jug and a straw."

"How the hell you got here." " nigga i know that aint my slushy." I said

" It was." He said slurping until I heard the last few struggle sips.

Nigga followed me and drank all my damn slushy he lucky he my boy I thought. I brushed it off and joined hin downstairs. Deyla claimed to be tired so she went upstairs for a nap.

"What she doing here?" He asked

"This sound weird but I found her crying outside the gas station with her foot broken she was practically begging me not to take her home." I explained

"Something ain't right with shorty." He said quietly.

I shook my head wondering how does one get themselves into a situation like this one.

I pulled out a heart shaped small wooden box from the end table near Des. I started rolling up my last bit of weed. Smoking was something that helped me escape my problems and helped me focused on my next moves. I finished licking the leaf and flicked my lighter firing the joint up. I inhaled slowly sucking in all the smoke before passing it to Des.

We smoked for another 10 minutes before he left. I grabbed the remote quickly becoming bored and watched the first thing that popped up.

"Police are looking for a suspect who was supposedly caught in the act of a hit and run earlier today. The suspect had been linked to multiple murders and drug deals in the local Chicago area. If anyone has information about the suspect please contact us at Cnn News or report to the local police department.

I turned the tv off right after the lady finished her report. I sighed as I got up and made my way towards the kitchen. I jumped at the sight of Deyla standing right behind the sofa.

"Girl you can't be doing that." I said alarmed.

"Im sorry I didn't mean to scare you I just woke up, came down and started watching the report ." She said

I nodded making my way back to the kitchen. I grabbed a two waters and two bags of chips and gave deyla hers. We sat on the couch.

" Can I use your phone please." She asked.

I dug into my pocket and unlocked my phone handing it to her. I watched as she dialed a few numbers and frantically started rambling.

"Hello I have information about the suspect in Uptown Chicago." I listened to her say.

"His name is Chance—." She blurted before I reached over snatching the phone and hung up.

I stood up over her snatching her by her arm and demanded answers. " What do you know about this nigga Chance?" I said aggressively.

Her eyes watered as she tried to get loose from my tight grip. "He is the one who did this to me." She said crying loudly.

"Take me to him!" I told her yanking her out the door.........
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