Kennedy
"Bestie! Where you at?" I yell walking into Lucky's house wiping my face "Lucky!"
"What damnit?" He yells
Going towards his voice I tried to clear my vision but it was no use.
"What's wrong?" Lucky asks pulling me into a hug once he saw me "why are you crying?"
"It's the twenty-sixth" I whisper feeling nothing but guilt
"Ken" he sighs rubbing my back "we go over this every year, it's not your fault"
"If it isn't mines then who's is it?" I shout as my anger takes over
Four years ago my mother died on this day at the hands of me. She was strung out on heroin when she tried to stab me to death while I was sleeping but me being a little crazier than her I broke her arm trying to take away the knife and held it against her neck cutting her slightly forgetting she's Hemophilia. Her blood poured out of her like a river from that small cut and I couldn't do anything to stop it. She ended up bleeding out in front of me and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
"It would've been you laying on that floor if you didn't do what you did and we both know she wouldn't have been feeling guilty so you shouldn't either"
"Well I do, she was my mom" I sighed finally looking up noticing Kevin sitting on his couch staring at me "I didn't know he'd be here, I didn't see his car"
Turning around I headed towards the door, remembering Lucky took Hercules the other night I stopped at the front door.
"Hercules! Come to mama!" I shout, hearing his chains clink I watched him come around the corner with his tongue hanging out his mouth "hey baby!"
"You straight? Whatcha plan on doing today?" Lucky questions coming to me, drinking an energy drink
"Ima find my brother" I shrug
"And do what?" he questions looking at me sideways
"Put him in rehab, I lost my mom's to that drug shit I can't lose him too. Well I already did but I'm going to try and bring him back not only for me but for himself and Hezekiah"
"Alright let me know if you need help with anything or money for his rehab"
"Gotcha" I nod taking Hercules and leaving
Even though Lucky and I work together in the drug business he still likes to be my provider and overprotective bestfriend for no reason.
He treats me as if I'm his younger sibling and sometimes the shit pisses me off.
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Riding around the streets of North Virginia I looked for my brother.
"Shoota I thought I told you to keep tabs on Jeremiah?" I mumble in my phone
"I am, he's at the crack house by Lou's gas station not too far from the graveyard"
"Alright, Ima go there now" I hung up, doing a U-turn speeding towards my destination. Hearing my phone ring I answered without checking the caller ID "speak to me"
"Where you at?"
"Fuck is this?" I question
"Kevin, dumbass. Where you at?"
"On a mission, why wassup?"
"You still coming to my album release party?"
"Why should I? Aren't you upset with me?" at this point, I'm confused, at the skating rink he looked like he wanted nothing to do with me now he's calling my phone and shit
"Nah I ain't mad at ya, you told me you weren't loyal from the start" he chuckles bitterly
"And now I'm telling you to forget about me, it's better this way" I nod to myself hanging up, it's better for him and me.
I need to get my life together, starting with fixing my relationship with my crackhead brother. Then after I'll think about handling my anger issues.
"How did I know you'd be here" I mumble getting out my truck seeing Lucky leaning against his truck smoking a blunt
"You think I'd let you go through this along?" he questions nodding towards the run-down building
"Not really" rolling my eyes I followed behind him into the building seeing people from old to young laying on the floor "this is sad as hell"
"Hey sis, you gotta dolla?" Jeremiah waves from down the hall
"Come here" I nod, he runs towards me quickly. When he got in arms reached I pressure pointed him then got his body as he passed out "Lucky help me"
"Shouldn't have told me your plan" he chuckles taking Jeremiah and tossing him over his shoulder "dude isn't even heavy"
"I didn't say he was" I shrug going back outside breathing in the fresh air, in that crackhead it smelt like ass "I just don't want to carry him"
"Yeah sure, you gonna drop him off before he wakes up or after?" Lucky questions as he puts Jeremiah in the back seat of my truck then putting the child lock-on
"After, I want to talk to him first"
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