a/n: Jahking's name in this story is Isaiah.
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Dating a man who was busy handling his shit on the streets was hard.
Just the thought of Isaiah never coming home again was something Faith never wanted to think about, but unfortunately that's how it usually went.
It all starts off as something fun. You think you have everything under control, you making easy money and then you get caught or even worse, you get shot.
Faith told Isaiah thousands of times to stop dealing drugs. That there were plenty of other jobs that paid well and that were actually fun to do. But of course Isaiah would get mad and tell her that if it wasn't for him, they wouldn't have the life they had right now.
It was his fate, he kept on saying.
But Faith didn't buy it. She refused to give up on him. It was the man she's been with since high school and was planning on marrying one day, so no, she wasn't going to let him get away with it this easily.
Contemplating whether she'd call him or not, she finally dialed in his digits and called him. Her freshly painted nails were now between her teeth, patiently waiting for him to pick up his phone.
But alas.
"This is the voicemail of Isaiah. Call me back, or just don't. Later."
He didn't.
She hung up the phone, throwing it on the bed.
As she fell asleep a few hours later, her front door slowly opened and there was Isaiah, covered in blood from head to toe. He took all his clothes off and threw them away.
He tried to be as quiet as possible and tiptoed up the stairs. As he opened the door to the bathroom, his girl was standing over there.
Faith placed her hands on her hips and looked straight to him. Her heart was racing and bottom lip was shaking out of anger and sadness. The smell of blood was filling her nostrils, causing her to break down crying.
"Babe, don't cry. Please,"
"W-what did you do?"
"Trayvon killed someone. I'm so so sorry."
She shook her head and slowly walked up the stairs.
At this point, she gave up hope. She never was the type of person to give up, but this time she had no other choice. She sat down on her bed and as expected, Isaiah went after her.
"I'm sorry."
"I bet you will be when I'm gone."
"You're leaving me?"
"Are you surprised?"
"No."
"Alright then!"
"But please don't though." He grabbed her arm and pulled himself closer to her. He looked into her eyes and sighed. He saw the hurt, the anger and it broke his heart even more than it already was.
He knew he had to stop. He knew. And if he didn't wanted to lose her, he definitely had to change, because a future without her was no option.
"And before you even start talking, I want you to know this. I. Don't. Care. About. The. Money. Never did, never will. I don't care if you can buy me or us whatever we want. It's not about the materialistic things. I want you to be at home. Safe. With me. That's all I care about. Because sooner or later, the money will be gone and I'd rather have you instead of a dead corpse." Her voice broke when she said that.
Losing him was her worst nightmare.
Seeing the person he cared for the most crying, made Isaiah question everything. What did he really want? Was this really the life he wanted to live?
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