My dad was a drug lord, biggest drug lord there was. His name was Carlos Cortez but in the streets they called him Lucien, why? I don't know and I don't care. My dad kept me away from everything that he did in the streets, he even changed my name ju...
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I walked into my house and ran upstairs to my room. When I looked inside everything was gone, absolutely everything, no bed, no pictures, no drawer, no lamp nothing. It was fucking empty, but I'm not surprised. This is exactly how dad and Malcom's room looked when they left. Now this is how my room looks.
I walked over to my closet and opened the door. It was empty too but I wasn't checking for that. I sat down and started feeling around on the floor boards until I found the right one. I snatched it up and sat if off to the side. I grabbed my black Adidas book bag and unzipped it. The money was still there and so was the weed and the other drugs. I put the floor board back and stood up putting the book bag on.
The money was my money that I saved up from working. I used to work at family dollars but I got fired when I beat this white lady up for calling me a nigga. I don't know how much it is but I think it might be enough. The weed and the drugs I stole from Jaden after he stole it from Draco. I had a bad feeling that we all made a huge mistake so I took precaution, I stole the weed and drugs from Jaden and I saved up money hoping it was the same amount Nicole stole.
Jaden was pissed but he wasn't pissed at me because he didn't know I stole it. He thought it was his brother so they got into a big ass fight and shit, his dad broke it up. His dad asked him what the fight was about but Jaden didn't tell him. Nicole felt bad so we just spent the money she stole on some weed and other things.
I don't need my brother to fix my problems I can fix my own damn problems with his help, or his friends help.
I walked out my room but froze when I seen my mother standing right there looking drugged up. She had her hair pulled back into a messy bun and she was wearing her purple silk robe that my dad had bought here for there 5th anniversary.
"Hey mama." I said and I wanted to cry because of how she looked. I seen what I knew was crack on her nose and shook my head lightly and looked down on the ground.
"So you just gone leave like yo brother and father? Y'all just gonna leave me and be a big happy family huh." She said and I shook my head and looked up at her.
"Daddy is dead mama, I told you that many times." I said feeling the tears coming.
I hated seeing her like this, it broke my heart. She doesn't need dad to be happy, I know she still loves him and I'm happy that she does but it's okay to move on. He's gone and I'm pretty sure he's not coming back. My mother is beautiful and she knows that, she can get any man that she wanted.
"Whatever Malia, just go back to your father. He stopped paying attention to me when your ass came into this world anyway." She said and it stung my heart.
That wasn't true dad loved her, he wanted me to be just like mom. Strong, beautiful and intelligent. He always talked about how much I reminded him of her.
