Gardina Verena Holton is the late Deshuan Dupree Holton sister, who has had a long list of problems starting when she got pregnant at 17 to a man who later got arrested, all the way to losing her only brother, to being completely hooked on drugs and...
"Gardina, didn't think I would be seeing you after you ditched me the other day." Lanelle said standing in his door way holding a blunt and a black t-shirt that had a big Nike Logo on it.
"Just let me in?" I sighed not wanting to discuss old news,especially when I felt like I was thrown off a cliff twice over.
"Whatever, what's wrong with you anyway you look sick as hell." He asked looking me up and down as I entered his living room happily breathing in just the smell of weed.
"Well, that's how I feel, hey you got any extra roll up on you?" I asked feeling my jitters come back in.
"Ain't you trying to get sober and all that sh*t?" He asked taking another puff.
"Look, it's just a blunt, not coke." I reasoned.
"I ain't no expert at sobriety or anything..but I don't think it works like that.." He interjected.
"Let me worry about that, so you got any or nah?" I breathed feeling like I was about to crawl out of skin if I didn't get a hit quick.
"Fine, but let me see my daughter." He countered.
"Lanelle..we been through this." I sighed.
"Fine then at least tell me about her." He reasoned looking at me with those beautiful puppy dog blue eyes that made me get into so much trouble back in the day.
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"Uhggg Fine, she's getting married soon, there happy?" I groaned, pissed that I actually gave in to those stupid beautiful eyes that you could easily get lost in.
"What, Married? Too Who!? Uh uh where my gun at!?" He said looking around for his strap like an overprotective dad would.
"Fool, you don't even know her, now you trying to go to war for her?" I scoffed.
"She's my daughter, she ain't marrying no pants sagging, high all the time, wheezing, mumble rapping punk." He stated harshly.
"Well you in luck, he's Filipino, with a wonderful job and pretty nice crib I heard." I informed as he suddenly looked a bit more relaxed, and then a proud smile crossed his face.
"That's my girl, always picking the winners just like her dad." He said while looking specifically at me which made me feel even more uncomfortable irritated.
"So where's the stuff?" I asked.
"Bathroom underneath the sink.." He motioned to the back.
"Alright good." I went back there myself and began fishing around the bathroom to see what else I could find to satisfy the sheer amount of agony I was in due to these awful withdrawals.
"Ooh..what's this? Valium..codeine..." I smiled pocketing a few into my bra.
"Why did he have so much pain medication in the first place?" I wondered but quickly not caring when I finally found the weed.
