Drug Love

Chapter 31

Derrick POV

I sat on the couch. Liquor bottle in my hand. All I could think about was my baby. For all I know she could be dead right now. I wiped my face. I tried not to think the worst. But the more I thought about Ty'Anna, the more I started to wonder if she was even still alive. I couldnt believe I let this happen. Why they didnt just take me? Why they have to take her? I drank the rest of whatever was in the bottle and got up off the couch. My phone started ringing. It was Brenton. I watched my phone ring. I didnt feel like talking to anybody. I wanted to be alone. I noticed that my home screen was a picture of me and Ty'Anna. It was from two weeks ago. It was date night. We went to a kiddy ass carnival that she begged me to take her to. I laughed. I missed her. I went through my camera roll, which was flooded with off-guard pictures and videos of her. I kept swiping and swiping. Eventually I started to get in my feelings again. I felt empty, knowing that there was a possibility that she could be dead. I threw the bottle against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces. I put my face in my hands. What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to do something. I wouldnt be a real nigga if I didnt try to save her. My phone went off again. It was pissing me off. It was Bunch this time. I got so fed up with the ringing, so I decided to answer.

Me: WHAT?! WHAT DAMMIT!
Bunch: Yo you good—
Me: NO IM NOT FUCKING GOOD DESMOND!
Bunch: Look Im outside, so open the fucking door.

Before I could say anything he hung up. I sighed, walking to the door to let this nigga in. I heard the door open and the sound of keys jangling as I went to get another bottle out the fridge. I looked at Bunch, and Brenton, who decided to come along unannounced. I threw myself on the couch and they came in the living room sitting in the other chairs. I put my face into my hands. Brenton picked up a broken bottle.

Brenton: This what you gon sit around do.
Me: Yes.
Bunch: You got to get yo ass up man.
Me: For what? Aint shit to do.
Bunch: Yes it is!
Brenton: Listen, you still got a chance to save T, and we gon help you do that.
Me: Ion even know if she...alive or not.
Bunch: If they wanted to kill her they wouldnt have wasted no time big bro.
Me: I aint shit. And ian never gon be shit.
Brenton: It aint yo fault Derrick—
Me: YES IT IS NIGGA! I LET THEM GET AWAY!
Bunch: THEY ALMOST RAN YOU OFF THE ROAD!!
Brenton: Alright yall, calm down.

I looked up at the ceiling, trying to piece everything together. Suddenly it hit me. It all make sense now.

Me: Mercedes.
Brenton: What?
Bunch: What about him?
Me: He did it..

We all looked at each other. Who else would do it? He had a reason. He wanted the money that I had the night I robbed the Casino. So he found out where I lived, and he had some niggas take Ty'Anna instead of me because I love her. He wanted to see if I would put my life on the line for her. The only reason why he didnt kill us both is because he dont know where I hid the money. If he ever finds out where the money is, he plans on killing me and Ty'Anna. Bunch and Brenton both stared at me. I explained everything to them, and they understood.

Me: When I find him, Im gon kill him.

Together, me Brenton and Bunch came up with a plan. Bunch knew where Mercedes Traphouse was. So we decided to find a nigga in there that knew where they hid Ty'Anna.
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Trina POV

I sat on my bed, my face in my hands. How could I let this happen? To my own sister? I lifted my head and looked at the picture on my night stand. I picked it up and tried to fight my tears. It was me and Ty'Anna at my 19th birthday party. She so irritating, and stubborn, she got a smart ass mouth and she dont listen, but I love her. Memories started to flood my brain. Suddenly I broke down, I couldnt fight my emotions anymore. My tears stopped and introduced a new feeling. I felt rage. I could feel my body heating up. I threw my picture against the wall and it shattered into a billion pieces. Brenton came running up the stairs. He wrapped his arms around me as we sat on the floor.

Brenton: Its okay baby. Me and the boys gon handle this.
Me: What you mean?
Brenton: I mean that we going to take care of it.

I stood up and wiped away my tears.

Me: Then im going to
Brenton: But you—
Me: I dont care. I said im going and thats that.

I went in the bathroom to get myself together. Part of me was relieved. If we did this shit right, then Ty'Anna would be safe, and at home. I tried not to think about what would happen if we failed. To be real, this is all Derrick's fault. I told Ty'Anna he was dangerous, and I didnt want her to get involved with him. But of course, her feelings got the best of her. If she dies, I dont what I'd do. What am I supposed to tell our dad. And if I dont kill Derrick for it, Twan will fasho. I looked in the mirror and sighed.
Im gon get you out of there Ty'Anna. I promise. I thought to myself. Brenton already made his way downstairs and I was still getting ready. I pulled my hair into a bun and put on my gray sweats and my black nike hoodie and my black timbs. I grabbed my phone and hurried down the stairs. I know it seems like a dead misson. But for my sister? I would die. Thats just my loyalty.

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