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Bree flopped over on her side. All she did nowadays was go to work and then home. She had been ignoring all of Drake's calls, it didn't matter to her anymore the fancy gifts nor the money he occasionally threw at her. She lost someone that made her happy someone that didn't question her past. No matter how much she called and texted him he didn't answer. All she wanted to do was explain herself or apologize to him.
Loud sirens went off, red and blue lights flashed chasing behind the black Jeep. "Nigga drive fuckin' faster." Jay screamed at sharawn, on the verge of peeing his pants. Jack shook his head "This gangsta' shit ain't fa' everybody." He spoke. Shamar loaded his pistol up tuning out the unnecessary argument the crew were having in the car. He rolled down the tinted window firing shots at the cop car.
Blood splattered on the windshield the car spinned off crashing into another one. "Bitch you betta' drive or fly this mothafucka I ain't goin' ta' jail fa' murder." He rolled the window back up. Sweat dripped from Sharawn's face he hated being under pressure he stepped on the gas even harder. "If yo' dumb ass was drivin' like dat in the first place we wouldn't be in the fuckin' position." Jay grumbled. Shamar eyed Jay "Shut the fuck up."
Bree sat up in her bed and punched in the number. She pressed the phone to her ear waiting for an answer. "Hey coach, Kay put that down." Laya spoke. "Hey Laya, is your brother around?" Bree nibbled on her bottom lip. "Um obviously been a while since yall talked because um he moved out." She spoke. "Uh oh ok I guess I'll try calling him again." Bree's face flushed red from embarrassment, she hung up.
It had been a little over a month since they talked. But she wasn't expecting him to completely cut her out of his life and move out. What was it about her that she keeps pushing the good people out of her life.
The silver dodge pulled into the driveway. He slided out of the car pressing the phone against his ear "Watchu want Lanique?" He sighed. "I wanna talk to you." She spoke softly. "Man I don't have time ta' be goin' back and fourth with you." He leaned against the car. "Shamar please I need to talk to you." She begged. He knitted his eyebrows together Lanique had never begged to talk to him about anything. "A'ight talk."
"No in person, we need to talk in person." She spoke. "I'm at my moma house you can stop by right na'." He pushed the front door open. "I'm on my way there." She hung up. "The fuck." He muttered flicking on the lights. Kay was curled up on the couch sleeping beside his aunt "He knocked out." Laya spoke. "I see but Wazzam? Why it so dark in hea'?" He plopped down on the couch.
"Kay and I were watching a movie, and yea the lights were off and now he's sleeping." Laya shrugged. "Coo'." He nodded whipping out his phone. Laya picked her fingernails "Bree called." She eyed her brother. "Ok." He shrugged. "What happened between you two? Whatever it is you should talk to her." Laya spoke. "Yea a'ight." He shook his head.
The pink Mercedes parked out front of the two story home. She hopped out making her way towards the front door. Shamar got up from the couch making his way over to the front door. He pulled the door open "You get hea' fast." She slightly smiled entering the home. Laya got up from the couch, she lifted Kay up to her shoulder "We'll be upstairs." She muttered.
Shamar nodded plopping down on the couch "Talk." He eyed Lanique. "I just want you to know that I'm sorry for everything that I put you through, and for making you feel less of a man." She spoke. "Thankyou for being a great father to my son." She added. Shamar stared at her trying to figure out where was she going with this apology. "I'm.." she paused. "I'm so sorry." She shook her head. "Man what the fuck you sorry fa'?"
"Kay's not your son." She blurted out. Shamar chuckled "Stop playin' with me 'nique." He waved her off. Tears swelled up in her eyes, this was the secret that she had been keeping from him for nearly 3 years. "You got to be fuckin' playin' with me bruh." His body tensed up. Lanique scooted away from him. She knew the real Shamar and she knew what he was capable of when he got mad. "Bro how long you been keepin' this from me? So you just had me out hea' lookin' stupid." He raised his voice. "Runnin' around with anotha' nigga kid." His voice cracked, this was a different type of hurt. "Shamar I was scared and I-"
He stood to his feet towering over her "It's takin' everything in me to not fuckin' kill you right na'." His voice boomed. "You fuckin' stupid bitch, I should've left yo' ass alone." She flinched scooting away from him, she was lost for words there was nothing that she could say to him. He glared at her, he gripped her arm and flung her on the floor. This was exactly what she was scared of.
