Deyla's life is a complete mess! Her older sister is messing with her stepdad behind her mother's back. On top of that he is one of the biggest Kingpins in Chicago not only is he after deyla,but after her boyfriend who is taking over the streets. De...
"In the end.. I know that he would want everyone to celebrate his life even though he was taken away too soon.
"That was the kind of person Eric was." I slowly stepped down from the small stage infront of the church, and made my way back to my seat.
I couldn't look at his body laying cold and lifeless in the all white casket any longer.
"You good Dey?...Need me to walk you to your car.
I nodded without saying a word I let August lead me out of the building.
At the moment it didn't feel awkward, but that was only because I was mourning the loss of someone I thought I would have forever.
My thoughts were driving me insance... constant replays of conversations we had all flashbacked, the memories were running through my head like a slideshow.
"Maybe you shouldn't drive..." August said concerned, which snapped me back to reality.
"And maybe instead of always being the controlling freak you always are you should offer up a hug or some sympathy." I grew angry.
"Look I know your upset and yeah I don't like to see you this way... but I could care less if that nigga dead or alive."
I couldn't even argue back with the stupidity that was flying out of his mouth, instead I slammed my car door in his face and pulled off.
After the service Eric's parents were taking his body to be cremated. We discussed the details before the planning of the funeral, and I was thrilled they even included me in the whole thing. We all chose necklaces that would hold small remainders of his ashes. Mine was baby blue with a gold chain. Blue was his favorite color.
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As soon as I made it back to my apartment I stripped clean out of my clothes.
For some odd reason I felt dirty, I just couldn't shake this bad feeling that came over me. I jumped in the shower and immediately let the hot water run over my whole head.
Before I knew it I was in tears sitting in the middle of the tub crying outloud, with no one to hear me. I cried and cried until all of the hot water ran out, I sat for a few minutes more before shutting the shower off and picking myself up.
I got out and faced the mirror. I starred at myself until I lost track of time. I felt completely Lost for the first time in my life.
I drew pack and punched the mirror with all my strength, breaking the glass and slicing my knuckles.
I didn't even feel the pain in my hand nor did I care how bad I was cut, but the release of anger felt good at the moment.
Des Pov
"Through the night when it be storming...."🎶🎵
"Des shutup...and stop beating on the wall..!!" Denise elbowed me in my stomach.
I sucked my teeth and stood quietly as everyone lined up to exit the church. The funeral was over and I was dying for a blunt.
"Don't think you about to go smoke either.." denise demanded.
"Did this bitch just read my mind?" I asked myself . I side-eyed her curious to how she knew what I was thinking.
"Man I'm fine...one blunt won't hurt!" I quietly protested.
"You heard what the doctor said Des!...your lungs are weak right now, can you atleast heal up first damn..." she said mugging me.
"Done made me cuss in church.. Lord forgive me." She used her fingers to cross her heart and chest then point up to God for forgiveness.
I chuckled to myself realizing how much she actually was like me. I grabbed her hand and led us out.
"Did Deyla leave already I stopped and asked August who was standing out side talking to mariah, Denise's sister.
" Yeah, ion think she taking it to well..." he said slowly turning his attention back to mariah.
"Mmm...we see how you taking it." I squinted my eyes at him.
He walked towards me and pulled me to the side. "Man I'm not about to beg that girl nomore."
"Man she hurt... and to be honest Eric wouldn't even be gone if he ain't help save you!" I said louder than I meant which drew attention.
"Excuse me... Its your fault my son is dead?!" Eric's mother marched up to August accusing him.
She reached up and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. "Stop!.. lets go honey..don't do this now." Her husband pulled her away as she tried to hit him again.
He looked at me one last time as he ran his tongue across the inside of his cheek. "Im gone." He nodded at me and walked away, with mariah shouting and running after him.
From a distance I could see them getting in his car and pulling off together.
