IX. GAEL

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one week later

one week later

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Chapter Nine.

          KENNY YANKED THE covers from off of me, "Lucky, get up!" I had no idea what was going on and why this dude was tripping like this. "You've been laying around looking all depressed and shit, acting like a little bitch. Get your shit together man, we got shit to handle."

I looked around to see a Hennesy bottle that barely had anything in it sitting in front of me. Grabbing the Hennesy bottle, I took a few sips from it before sitting it back down. "Man, just leave me the hell alone. I'm just chilling, I don't want to be bothered." I sat up, grabbing the blunt that was resting behind my ear. "You don't know what the fuck I'm going through, I ain't about to act like everything is all good when it ain't."

"Woah, don't come at me like that," Kenny put his hands up in surrender. "I was just trying to check up on your ass, you're the one that's moping around and shit."

I sighed before getting up from the couch, I had a little headache from drinking so much last night. Making my way out the door, I sat down on the steps before putting the blunt that I had in my hands up to my lips. I pulled the lighter out of my pocket and began to light the blunt. I hate when people keep asking me if I'm okay. I was told it gets easier, but it doesn't. This pain does not go away, I wish people understood that.

"Can I join you?" Kimberly came outside sitting beside me, we've been knowing each other for a while now. She was Kenny's little sister. "Kenny told me that you freaked out on him a few seconds ago, is everything okay?"

I passed the blunt over towards her, just sitting there in silence. "I don't want to talk about it." I truthfully answered, there was nothing to talk about. I keep thinking about that day, the thing that hurts me is that she didn't feel the need to talk to me about anything. Shit is just fucked up.

"Nah, don't hit me with that," Kimberly blew smoke into the air before hitting the blunt again. "I'm not going to let that shit slide no more, you've been saying that for too long. I think it's time to talk about it, you know we got your back in this house right?"

Kimberly passed the blunt back over towards me, as she placed her arms around my shoulders. "You know I'm here for you right?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah I know, I really do appreciate that." I've been staying with my boys after the whole incident with my pops and everybody else. I haven't had the courage to speak to them after everything I put them through.

"So, talk," Kimberly burned a hole through the side of my face. "I'm listening."

"I don't even know how to start," I stated, turning towards her. "You wouldn't understand."

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