Deeply In Love. (LucasColy) |Revamped|✔️

To Die For

It is if everyone dies alone
Does that scare you?
I don't wanna be alone-
Pink lemonade sippin' on a Sunday
Couples holding hands on a runway
They're all posing in a picture frame
Whilst my world's crashing down
Solo shadow on a sidewalk
Just want somebody to die for
Sunshine livin' on a perfect day
While my world's crashing down
I just want somebody to die for
To Die For| Sam Smith

Dream
I sat in my bed in the house that I would be calling home now and looked at the letter that was addressed to me from Lucas. I looked at it as if it was an unknown. My heart ached at the fact that this may be an goodbye letter to the only boy I grew to lo e with all my heart.

"Hey." Kayla said coming in my room with Damia and Kiyah behind her.

"Hey." I replied with a soft tone as I played with my toes.

"Dad left you a letter. It's with Mom." Damia said sitting next to me on the bed and I nodded, I already knew about that.

"It's maybe a good word and some money." Kiyah said sitting at the vanity. "That's what Dill left me." she said picking at her hands.

"My dad, my boyfriend, and my brother? May be dead all for what? I shouldn't have agreed to go with y'all to the party and everything would've been okay. We wouldn't have been in none of this mess." I sniffed and Kayla hugged me.

"I'm sorry for making you come to the party. Kiyah invited me and it was an grantee that I was going to drink, I just wanted to be safe." she sniffed.

"I was invited by this girl who make up I do from time time." Kiyah said picking at her nails.

She was hiding something, I was going to find out what the heck she had going on.

"Screw it." I said grabbing the envelope. I opened it and sliding the folded piece of paper out that was filled with words on both the front and the back.

"Damn, he wrote you a whole book." Damia joked and I laughed a little.

"Shut up." I sniffed before wiping my tears and began to read the paper.

Je t'aime mon amour,
I know you love when I speak French to you. I love you. No matter what. You really helped a nigga out. The things that you went through, that nobody knows about, like those times you had to flush my body out when I wanted to be a dumbass and take all those pills. All those times you fed a me, making sure a nigga ate. All those long nights I had you up because I'll go outside and return to the house at random times in the morning. Dealing with my nasty ass attitude. For all those times my mean ass made you cry, I'm deeply sorry. From the bottom of my heart. I really hate to see you cry. I dead ass love you. You make me a better person. You're my baby, ma. I hate that I have to leave you like this. Shit like this warn you to watch the people you're around. New or old, you sense some weird energy, get the fuck away from it. Go learn to shoot a gun. Keep one on you. Make them think it ain't on you.

If you move on, I won't be mad at all. Make sure you get a good nigga. No hood, gang affiliated man like me. If I don't make it home, stay at the safe house, keep a low profile. If I make it home, I've won the war, but it's still not over. I take it back about you moving on. You're my wife for life. Take the ring from under your pillow, kiss it, say 'I do' before putting it on your finger. Kiss it again. We're married once you do that.

I want you to know that you're straight for a few years with the money me and Pops left for you. Write those poems, publish that book, finish school, get out of Chicago, hit Atlanta like you've always wanted to do. That's after four years of being lowkey or until I come and get you, if I make it. Every password to anything that you need is 12041302 - a mixture of you and Kayla's birthday's. Make sure she don't have anymore babies either.

~I love you with all my heart. If I make it out alive, I'll have to go into hiding away from y'all. (Don't ask) but we'll be in contact during that time. I love you, ILOVEYOU.
~Pour toujours ton amour, Lucas.

"You're about to be married, allow us to do the honors." Damia said standing up with Kayla behind her. "Kayla, you hold the ring, Kiyah, you're the flower girl, throw the imaginary flowers. I'll be the one that say that you can kiss the bride. POSITIONS!" she yelled and I laughed slowly getting up.

This was Damia, always being the one to get you out of whatever bad mood. This was Kayla, down to do anything that we were doing. And this was Kiyah, the one who had been the one to fuck us all over, and they didn't even know it.

"I'm in trouble, you are too." Jayceon said coming in my room closing the door behind him locking it. "He's going to kill me."

"What are you talking about?" I asked alert, he was scaring me.

"My dad. Before I tell you this, please know that I fucking love you." he hugged me before continuing to tell me how my dad had beat his dad badly, which led to me knowing that Tito was his father, he was sent in for some business that concluded my dad, he didn't tell me what but he knew that he was going to die. He told me about Kiyah and Justin and what was happening.

I plastered a smile on my face while the fake wedding went on. After saying 'I do', I sat on the bed while they talked to each other. "Who knows how to shoot a gun?" I asked and their talking stopped.

"I do, Lucas taught me. I bugged him about it." Kayla said. "Why tho?"

"I have a gun, teach me how to shoot, let's go outside." I said standing to my feet walking out the room and they followed me.

"I have one too. Why you got one?" she asked loading her gun then pointing it at the tree.

"I didn't give it back after shooting out the car tires." I shrugged.

"Taking Lucas advice I see." Kiyah said with a small laugh and I returned it.

"It's all about your posture and your aim." she said and I followed her lead and shot the gun like she did.

"I like this." I said turning to face Kiyah before pointing the gun at her.

"Dream, we don't play with guns like that. Don't be pointing it at her like that." Kayla said trying to take the gun, but I moved back. "I could've died because of this bitch, chlamydia, graveyard pussy having bitch, we all could've died because she couldn't just stop being a hoe. I've possibly lost my father, my brother, and my love. My brother didn't deserve this shit at all."

"Dream, please hear me out, you got to listen." she tried to plead. "Listen-" she was cut off by a gun shot, I screamed once her brains and blood spattered on me, meaning I didn't shoot her. I dropped the gun as her body dropped.

"Stupid bitch." Kayla said lowering her gun.
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