Chapter 3.

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WARNING ⚠️
This chapter is long and contains strong language, music, and sexual situations.
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Music by Brent Faiyaz& Rap-Beats.
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Meeka POV
1 Year later,
Chicago Southside,
North Lawndale.
7:30 AM

"Meeka! It's 7:30, time to get up, you don't wanna be late for your first day of school."
"I'm up Dad, chill out!"

It's been a year since my mothers death

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It's been a year since my mothers death.
At her funeral shit went down.
Jordon showed up high as kite and cussed our dad out for not protecting her,
and even went after the priest.
Jordon was quickly reprimanded,
but the drama didn't stop there.

Life at home changed for the worst, and Jordons destructive ways continued.

He dropped out of school and went head first
into the life of working for B.M.D.

My big brother whom I love with all of my heart had become someone I didn't recognize anymore.
He's no longer Jordon.
He's become Heartless, Distant & Hateful.

He stopped coming home for days and when he did,
he would sleep until the afternoon.
With Mom gone, there was no more talking things out.
Not that he listened to her before.

On the outside of our home,
life was worse.
The neighbors on the street were making a lot assumptions about our family, not like they haven't before,
but particularly about Jordon.

People we barely knew began to accuse him of orchestrating our mothers death and that Dad
and I were covering for him.

We had trash put on our porch, bricks thrown through our windows, and death letters posted on the door, Dads car.
It was insane.

At school, I got harassed more than usual.
There wasn't day I was being
asked what is it like to be living with a killer?
Is he going to jail? Your brother deserves to die.

Your family is scum.

I had a girl come up to me asking if Jordon could do her a favor. She wanted him to take care of her step father.
I was so fucking pissed that I clocked the cunt in the nose, and wound up getting suspended.

I wasn't even sorry that I did it, stupid bitch.
Don't talk shit about people you know nothing about.

Not long after this, I was pulled out of school permanently.
A week after the fight, Dad told me he decided to move us to Chicago to get away from the bullshit on P Street.
Mom wasn't fresh in the ground yet, and he announces we will be moving? Without any warning?
It was pretty fucked up.
Jordon was gone again with B.M.D and he didn't want to talk to dad. So I had to tell him.
That was hard.

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