That unpredictable thug love

Chapter(22) So close But Not Close Enough

~Before Karmela Was Taken~

>>Hunter's P.O.V<<

"C'mon Hunter, we're almost done. Push it." Melanie, my drug abuse counselor, tried to motivate me as we ran the track around the park closest to Preston and Smoke's houses.

I've been clean for three days straight, and if you knew how much of a coke fiend I was; that was hell of progress. Last week, I had went to a three-day Rehabilitation Clinic. Ian gon' lie, it was pretty hard just staying clean for even a day. I wanted to give up the first night I stayed there....but something told me not too...

I missed my niggas, I missed clowning with Smokey, I missed play fighting with Blaze, I missed fuckin with Katness and MJ and makin everybody laugh- MJ...

What happened at the family dinner a few days ago.... was the most embarrassing thing that I'd ever been through in my life. And to top it off, I'd put my hands on a female- not just any female- Preston's girlfriend. A nigga that's had my back since we were little. Nah, I don't blame him for punching me, he was defending his girlfriend; someone who was only trying help a friend who needed it.

And Smokey..... I can barely even remember some the words that were said between me and him when we had that argument... Yeah, drugs can do shit like that to you; or worse.

I shut everybody out, everybody. Even my own best friend. I was so mad at the World...Mad at God for taking my mama from me so soon that I didn't know what to do... I'd blamed everything on Smokey, hell he didn't even know about her dying; nobody did. I just wanted to be surrounded by my homies again.

I hadn't seen or spoken to Trey since the day my moms had passed away. Hell I didn't have a clue of where he was, I doubt anybody else did. But I figured he was the one leaving the small bags of coke in the bottom of the flower pot on my back porch every week. Hell, no one else knew about my drug use so it had to be him... right?

Nobody knew that Trey was the one to actually supply me with the drugs, I mean as far as we all knew, Trey was was MIA days before my moms passed. So he'd be the last one that anybody would suspect. To be honest, I can't say what I would do if I ever seen Trey again. I wouldn't know whether to be mad at him for persuading me to use drugs or to thank him for being there for me when I didn't want to let anybody in. I know, sounds crazy right?

One thing I did find kind of odd though was that Trey had found me in an alley... not even 20 minutes after my moms had died...with a bag of coke... No, he couldn't have known my ma was sick, hell nobody did. And how did he know where I was? Had he followed me?... No, it was all just a big coincidence-

"Just a few more feet Hunter, don't stop." Melanie called out as she jogged beside me. Melanie was one fine ass female. She had the perfect body, the perfect ass, and perfect C-cup sized breasts. She was mixed with something, I wasn't quite sure what it was yet. Hell maybe it was just a good tan.

I slowed just a little just so I could get a good view of her perfectly round ass jiggling in her spandex and volley ball shorts.

clap! clap! clap! I thought to myself and laughed.

Just when I started to enjoy myself, Melanie turned towards the play area of the park and jogged towards the black bench. She pulled two waters from the small cooler/bag she'd left on the bench and handed me one.

"Same time Wednesday?" She asked me. I shook my head.

"Hell nawl, I'm tired." I answered after drinking half of my water bottle.

"I think you'll be well rested by Wednesday Hunter." She giggled.

"So when can I have my phone back?" I asked her.