There's A Thug In My Life

SEVENTEEN

Huncho knew everything about Aaliyah. He was quite upset with the thought of her death.

He felt like killing a celebrity and the girlfriend of a kingpin, would get him credit to be untouchable in the streets.

It was kind of sad since he was only in the ninth grade. His mother was known to be the a crackhead in the projects he stayed in. He was so cold, once him and his friends jumped her as she walked around playing with fireworks.

He turned his back on people who tried to love him. He wasn't the most handsome guy. Dark skin, short, with an old face because of the percs he takes. Permanent bruises that were made by people who abused him.

He didn't even have a home, since he was kicked out of his grandmother's house for stashing drugs. The only thing he could do was hope to survive another day.

Huncho walked slowly into the hospital, bumping into a tall, muscular guy.

"Watch where the fuck you going lil nigga," he mugged.

Huncho only stared. He was real familiar with who he was. He let out a menacing smirk and made his way on the elevator. "Bahari, huh..."

"Oh you know him too?" Andrea asked sniffing. She was so sad and she looked drained. "You here to visit Aaliyah?"

He nodded with a smile. She smiled right back, but weakly. "What's your name?"

"Steve," he lied. "You're her sister?"

"I'm her mother," she chuckled. "Never met you before. You're from Miami?"

"No," he said dryly. "Bahari just a good mentor from around the way."

They both got off the elevator and Andrea grabbed his hand. Huncho tensed up as he looked down at her soft hand. He felt something warm inside—something motherly warmth. He then looked at her and she smiled.

"I'm sorry but this is my first time seeing my baby after the accident," she said. "I need as much console as I can get."

"You know what... I think I need to go," he said in a rush while leaving. He took the stairs that were close to an exit door. Little did he know, a group of guys and woman were waiting on him.

"Shit," he mumbled.

•••

WEEKS AFTER RECOVERY

Aaliyah trust was thrown out the window. She had been hospitalized for almost a month and was now being released.

She had been dodging all calls from Breonne, Dash, Cassio, and the rest who wasn't there for her. She was focused on her child and her future that's it.

"Ready?" Bahari asked. She nodded her head and was wheeled out of the hospital.

The car ride was silent and she just rested her head on the tinted window, daydreaming.

"Babe, this our favorite song," he smirked turning the music up. "Don't make me sing it by myself."

On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us
I've been reminiscin', sippin', missin' ya
Can you tell me what's with all this distant love?
If I called, would you pick it up?
On some nights like this, I just wanna text you, but for what?
You gon' say you want me, then go switch it up
Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no