Hi! A few things, I just had a baby after a VERY LONG, stressful 39 weeks, so please forgive me for my absence. I've been trying, I promise.
Also, y'all know I pay absolutely no mind to ghost readers who only pop into the comment section to demand updates. Talk about the book first. I'm not sorry. lol.
I love y'all ❤️
K I N G S T O N
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"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear King, happy birthday to you."
My place was filled with the usuals to celebrate my 21st birthday, plus more of the basketball team since everyone felt bad I had gotten suspended after last week's game. Of course, they wondered what had sent me off the deep end after we won our game, but it wasn't nearly as big a conversation as me getting arrested. I didn't mind the suspension much though. It wasn't like the timing wasn't good. I was injured anyway. Really injured. I was just grateful that I didn't have to get surgery since my lung was punctured along with my broken ribs. Still, I was only one week down of my eight-week recovery and I was miserable as shit.
I couldn't take the oxycodone they tried to prescribe me because thanks to my mom, opioids scared me so I was stuck with mediocre ass Aleve and pain. A lot of pain. I couldn't do anything except rest, force myself to breathe even though it hurt, and take pills like a junkie. And now that I was cleared to move around and even have sex, I wasn't even getting any. My 21st was going to be shitty, honestly. No ass or no liquor. I could've stayed twenty for that shit.
Jordan sashayed toward me with a mixed drink in hand and I breathed out deeply in annoyance and hoped she thought it was just me doing one of my recommended breathing exercises. I wasn't annoyed because she was bringing me liquor even though she knew I couldn't drink since I popped pills every few hours, but because she thought me cutting things off with her meant she should be more persistent.
Siena, on the other hand, didn't pay my ass any mind unless I needed her. Like when I had to spend one night in jail after I was discharged from the hospital and she showed a video on her phone of excessive force to make them release me until my court date with the help of her dad. Part of me couldn't believe they had really fucked with me for no reason then still had my ass arrested and going to court, but the other part of me knew better. Malcolm X said it best. "They put their club upside your head and then turn around and accuse you of attacking them. Every case of police brutality against the negro follows the same pattern. They attack you, bust you all upside your mouth and then take you to court and charge you with assault. What kind of freedom is that?"
"You know I'm not drinking, Jordan."
"You can't have a little fun for your birthday where you're literally supposed to drink?" She asked with an eye roll like I was putting a damper on her mood.
"You can't find something else to do for fun?" I asked harsher than I meant to. "Why you even here?" I wondered, feeling bad for my word choice once I heard a few snickers. It was no secret that Jordan and Siena had gotten into it because of me and it made us all look stupid. Everyone was literally waiting for drama now when it came to any of us and that was annoying enough.
I didn't mean to put her on the spot but I was tired and her presence wasn't doing anything but bothering the shit out of me.
"Oh would you rather Siena be here?" She asked, and that was the dumb shit that made me not even want her around. She wanted to try to stick around and be in my good graces, but also bring up Siena any chance she could.
