𝙲 𝚑 𝚒 - 𝚃 𝚘 𝚠 𝚗

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𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 (𝗗𝗶𝗼𝗿) 𝗔𝗰𝗲 𝗝𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 || 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝗜𝗟
𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗲...

"Where pops at?" I asked Jamar my lil brother. "Sellin." He replied still staring at the game, "Oh ight, how you feeling? You was sleepin all day yesterday." "Im ight I gotta headache though." "Man that shit fuu, yeen' got no headache you was just cussin up a storm when I was downstairs." I chuckled.

"Cuz these niggas...PISS ME OFF- GOT DAMN YA NIGGAS FUCKING TRASH!" Jamar only 9 and he act grown as hell, "Nigga you fucking trash, cant even aim wit yo stupid ass! I should slap you!" One of his friends said on the mic, "Mane lemme hook up a controller. Is lookin like ya need me." "Nigga you bout ass as hell, go home." "Man shut yo BITCH ass up." I caught him lackin and shot him, "Im ass right?" He mumbled something and I smirked.

After playing for a while I stretched back and couldnt help but notice the lump on the back of Jamar's arm, "You good?" It took him a while to answer, "Huh, what you mean?" "This...look like that shit hurt." "It don't. Ion know what it is, prolly got stung or sum- look bruh DIOR PLAY THE GAME!" "Ight ight."

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Pops was finally home from sellin and was smiling, "I sold hella product today." He said laying out money, "Whole block party goin on...this should keep us stable for a lil while." My pops works his ass off to try and feed us by sellin and shit. My mom disappeared on him couple nights after Jamar was born and its been hard for him ever since.

She had money and it helped us be stable for a while until greed took over their relationship and she ran off leaving us with barely anything. He usually is calm but his anger might get the best of him and he will just blow up on me and Jamar over little things-but atleast it wasn't all the time.

"I got y'all a lil some." He pulled out a bag of donuts and slide them over, "Share wit yo brother."  "Oh bet, thanks pops." I grabbed the donuts then reached for my money since I help him with doing drops and shit but he swiped it away, "Aht Aht! I need you to do anotha drop for me-" Jamar ran out his room and into the bathroom throwing up.

Pops sighed, "This boy here, ion know what wrong with him...been sick for the longest." I side-eyed pops, "We gotta bring em' to the hospital." He shook his head, "Bills Leon the bills.." "Nah nah, I can help pay em we gotta look out fo J." I examined Jamar as he rinsed his mouth in the sink. He was a skinny ass boy but lately he's been too skinny. "We bring J tomorrow." He sighed then headed into his room.

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I couldn't even focus in school the next day. Jamar didn't even go because he still wasn't feeling well. After school Pops immediately called my phone to head straight to the hospital. I felt a small sense of relief that he was atleast there.

When I got there I saw pops with his head low and Jamar laying down with tubes up his nose, "What they say?" Pops voice cracked as he spoke, "Yo brother got cancer Leon." I sucked my teeth as soon as he said it, "Stop fuckin liein." He stared up at me with stern face and looked back down.

Weeks and months passed by and I still felt like this was a dream I needed to wake up from. I was really protective over Jamar and so was Pops over us, but as soon developed a deep hate for everyone-Even pops. I blamed him for not bringing him sooner and ignoring his signs of cancer. I even blamed my self sometimes.

It was hard now and most things started to almost always revolve around Jamar. The bills had pops working his ass off and I tried too. The nurses assured me that Jamar was getting better but I could tell he wasn't. One day Pops didn't come back, I had to find out myself that he had been arrested for drug dealing, "Wheres Pops?" Jamar asked.

My heart sank and I didn't have the heart to tell him but I had to. But it wasn't long till he found out and how we had to be foster cared. It was hard to find people who wanted to take care of a kid with cancer and a hard-headed ass teen.

We finally got accepted by some people living in California who wanted to take us in. It was crazy asf out here in Cali, buh I managed. They didn't like me after a while and I ain like them either, but all I really cared about was Jamar. Soon enough the anger got the best of me after hearing that Jamar's body couldn't fight off the sickness anymore. He died the week after his birthday but it was too hard for me to believe.

"What you mean, he was doing good!" I yelled at my foster mom, Simone, "Ya' just fucking greedy and killed him as soon as you seen that you couldn't pay the bills anymore. Fuck ya on fo nem!" I punched a hole in the wall and she stormed out the room. Soon Vontae, who is supposed to be my foster Dad come in the room with a rope and a cord.

My life flashed before my eyes as I watched his bulky dark body walk in looking down at me. I started to remember this happening many times before, "Lay on the fucking bed." He spoke through his teeth and I stared at him not moving until he pushed me down and tied me to the bed.

I screamed the whole time as he hit my back again again, "This gone show you not to disrespect my house, or my wife again!" It felt like hours of beating until he stopped. Simone came and untied me and I ran out and jumped on Vontae.

I beat the shit out of him until my hands were bloody and Simone called the police. I was going to be charged with assault but I told them about the abuse to defend myself. I didn't end up going to juvie but Daniel didn't go to jail because of the lies he told to make him seem innocent. I now had to get a different foster home but no one wanted to take me and I was depressed.

I was almost 18 and was back in Chicago on my own. I went into the school I did before, seeking for help and the student counselor suggested I try a group home. I wasn't sure on that idea, but I kept it in mind.

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁😭 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘄.

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