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𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 "𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫⚡️
To the streets, he was known as Knight but to his family, it was David- David Brewster to be exact. He was born into this lifestyle automatically, giving him no choice but to give up on his dreams. Born to Sandra and David S.R., his father instilled nothing in him but violence.
At the young age of nine, he caught his first body- Jerome Miller was the name of the man he killed. You see, Dave didn't mean to kill him, it was an act of simple circumstance. The man had information regarding Dave's older sister's death. After hours of inhumane torture, he was handed a gun and told to shoot. If he missed or hesitated he'd be beaten.
Well, the young boy did just that, he missed. Multiple times before finally killing the old man. The last bit of innocence that he owned, was now lost at the hands of his father. The sweet smile he always had on his face was gone.
Sandra tried desperately to save her youngest child but after being physically abused for trying, she gave up. Her sweet little David was gone and there was nothing anybody could do to bring him back.
For months he suffered from insomnia, bed sweats, and nightmares. Always up at night, just thinking about the gruesome scene over and over again almost like a movie.
Now at twenty-four years old, certain traits remained the same. He was forced to become the drug lord of New York by his father due to retirement. David's personality however completely dwindled, he rarely spoke to anyone some even considered him mute.
He kept a small circle of three friends- nothing more nothing less. The only time he went out was to shop for clothes, food, or to see family. He despised clubs- they were filled with shallow females who were looking for a quick come-up, nothing was ever genuine.
Instead of seeking out help for his traumas, he used drugs mainly weed as a coping mechanism. Nobody, ever showed that they cared for him or even loved him and that's all he wanted.
His phone began to ring, knocking him out of his thoughts. He pulled it out of his pocket- hitting accept before placing it onto his ear.
"Speak" His voice boomed into the phone. He wasn't in the mood to talk to people today.
"You one rude mf. Yk that?" The voice of his close friend Chris boomed into the phone. Knight rolled his eyes at the stupidity of his friend.
"You wanna roll to tha' mall with me? I need to cop the new jays." Chris asked his long-time friend.
".......Sure I'll just meet you there" Knight spoke into the phone before abruptly ending the phone call.
Knight finished off the rest of his lean, before heading into his large master bathroom. He turned the shower onto the hottest temperature-stepping in hissing a little bit, as the water burned his fresh cuts.
