𝗦𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 | Ski Mask The Slump God

seven.

Sorry for not posting this yesterday, I've been lazy but since I posted chapter 6 a day earlier than I planned you can't be mad. :)

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A week had past, no one had been acting the same since X's death. Stokeley did everything to distract himself though nothing seemed to work.

He spent the whole week with Jarad because he didn't feel comfortable around anyone else. They played Fortnite, got drunk at local bars and done everything best friends would do. Of course he was grateful that Jarad had tried to help him though this hard time, he couldn't help but wish that Jarad wasn't there and that Jahseh was instead.

It was Sunday and the two bros had a bad hangover . Jarad was still fast asleep and Stokeley was up attempting to make toast. He put the bread into the toaster and tried to clean up the house a bit while he waited for it to pop up. He pulled the blinds open and the sun shone through brightly, almost blinding the boy. Maybe a walk through the park would cure his pounding head ache a little bit.

The toast popped up and he didn't even bother to butter it, he just took a bite out of it and walked out the front door.

The park wasn't too busy, just a few dog walkers and some people with their kids. He decided to sit on an old bench alone. He looked across the road from the park, there was a graveyard. Jahseh was going to buried there he thought, was he even going to attend his funeral?