Chap2

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Stokeley just picked me up and he keep asking all these damn questions about what happened at home.

"Damn you should have called me so I could pull up and beat that nigga ass."

"Nah, I was planning on escaping anyways. But is auntie home?"

"Yeah. Aliza is at her dad house and the twins are at their grandparents house"

"Oh okay"

"My friends are over, if you want you can hang out with us"

"Okay thanks, I'll think about it"

We pulled up at the house and Stokes helped me with my bags. As we walked in there Stokes friends were sitting on the couch playing on his play station. Of course they were all boys. I didn't see them from the front but I can describe them from the back. One dude has pink, green and a peachy type of dreads, another dude had all brown dreads, there was one dude with black curly hair and the last one had half brown and black dreads.

"Aye y'all this my lil cuz Taz, Taz these are my friends Gazzy"

"Wassup"

"Jarad"

"Sup"

"Isaiah"

"Wassgud"

"Jahseh"

When I heard that name I instantly froze. Jahseh as in ONFROY JAHSEH, the nigga that don't respond to text messages JAHSEH. I heard footsteps coming from downstairs. I saw my auntie eating some fried chicken. When she saw me she almost dropped it.

"NEICEYYYYY POOOOOO"

"Hey auntie" I said smiling a bit

"Oh my goodness I'm so happy to see you. How are you?"

"I'm ight, been through hell, but I'm good now"

"Well that's good. Aliza and the twins are gonna be happy to see you when they get back"

"Oh yeah, sorry I missed Aliza's birthday, how old did she turn?"

"13 years old"

"Oh okay"

"Well you know where the guess room is, go head and make yourself at home"

I walked upstairs and closed the door. The room was pretty big. I had a good size closet and bathroom, with a queen size bed. I unpacked my things then headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

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I headed downstairs and I heard Stoke and his friends rapping. They sounded really good to be honest. I was wearing basketball shorts and a wife beater. When I was in school I was actually on the basketball team, only to do something then stay home all day. I actually enjoyed it, people were cool and I was one of the best players on the team. I sat on the island where I found my aunt on the phone in the kitchen.

"Aye cuz come here"

I walked over to where Stokeley was and sat on the floor facing him and his friends.

"Wassuh"

"So you was on the basketball team right?"

"Righttttt.......what are you trying to ask me"

"You trinna play basketball with us tomorrow?"

"Sure, ion have nothing to do."

I looked at Jahseh and he looked at me with a smirk. I looked down and then back up. He looked different. I remember him with short hair, kind of like mini curls. He didn't have tattoos and he looked a little young. Now he has half and half colored dreads with lots of tattoos. He looks good to be honest.

I sat up on the couch and I looked down to see a 50 dollar bill by Stokes foot. I looked up at him and he looked at me with a "yo ass better not move" face I looked at him with a "nigga move your foot to the right a little" face. I crawled on the floor to his foot really fast, but then felt a pressure on my fingers, Stokes stepped on my hand and grabbed the dollar.

"Owww, Stokeley that freaking hurt"

"I know right, I felt that pain"

"Shut up" I punched him in his chest softly then went back to laying on the couch. I saw a big shadow in front of me. I looked up and saw Stokeley standing with the 50 in his hands.

"Here cuz, I don't need this, I'm already ballin"

"Thanks cuz"

"No problem, I know you better than all of my other family members. Your the only one that's close to my age, all the others are either way older or way younger."

"Sooooo what y'all wanna do" Isaiah said

"Don't know" Jahseh said

"Well we can play a game" Stokeley said

"Yeah that would be cool I guess"

We all sat on the floor in a circle. I sat between Stokeley and Isaiah and right across from Jahseh. Jahseh was staring at me for while, then he looked at his phone.

This is going to be an awkward night

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