In My Mind

Chapter 8 (Not edited)

Aron

My heart dropped I couldn't even think straight. So much hate filled me and I couldn't take that Shit from her, I stood on the side of the house watching her leave. I shook my head in frustration as my eyes started tearing up.

So that how did blame me for her Shit. You know what Fuck her, and Fuck everybody else. All I need is this money. And on my Fam I'll never look at my no- that hoe the same ever again. I don't have a mother. At that moment I decided I wasn't gonna be no birch no more. Fuck her and Fuck everybody else. I slowly walked up the stairs and looked up and down the street. I walked in the house, Isaiah wasn't on the couch. I walked in the kitchen and put the baggies back where I got them. I began a looking for Isaiah again, I'm tryna make this money and get out of here.

" Yo Zay where you at" I yelled through the house. "out here bruh" Isaiah yelled back.

I walked in the back yard where Isaiah was leaning against an all black BMW. I walked up to him and sat on a bench by the car.

"You good" he asked lighting a blunt. "yea why you ask that?" I asked. "You remember when we lived on 32nd and a pretty looking lightskin a women would come to your house and I would ask who was that and you would change the subject?" I thought back before my mama got real hard on drugs. I shook my head no

"Bruh you good I know she yo momma, don't be shamed to tell me cause you was there for me when my granny was hard on them pills and that lean. You was there when my family got torn apart, Shit you was there when Dashia broke my heart and I broke hers and couldn't fix it.

We family nigga its us against these hoes, these haten ass niggas and our fucked up families." he said. I was all fucked up I couldn't even think straight, my facial expression was stoned but in my mind I was dying inside. My daddy acted like he was a pastor but all he really its doing is preaching to the choir, my granny is an old bitter women, and I don't have a fucking mother like damn I'm finna cut ties with everybody. I looked at Isaiah as he took another drag from the blunt looking as if he was in deep thought.

"pass that" I said in a low tone. He leaned over and handed me the blunt. I inhaled deeply and exhaled. I felt my mind clearing, I took another long pull from the blunt and let the loose feeling take over me. I handed the blunt over to Isaiah. I leaned back onto the bench getting comfortable. My phone vibrated in my pocket

Dad: Where are you?

Me: I'm doing something

Dad: You need to come home

Me: I said I'm doing something

Dad: who you talking to nigga bring yo ass home b4 you be out on the street

I smacked my lips at the last message. Isaiah must have seen the irritation in my face cause he asked what's wrong, I showed him the messages and chuckled. He handed my phone back to me and told me I could stay with him.

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