𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕

Chapter 17 Part 1

Qaddriyah POV
Brooklyn
10 March 2019

Today Jounte and I moved into the new house. I love how he was so quick to drop his life in Queens and the Bronx for me. I sat in the kitchen whilst he was lifting the boxes that consisted of his and my clothes. Everything else in the house was new. Like the furniture. We also had a memory box which we decided to put in the storeroom. That had all our memories of our life together and not together.

"So I'm really carrying your boxes to your closet," he said annoyed.

"You my baby and you strong," I said pouting. He rolled his eyes and carried on.

I got a text from a strange number.

Unknown:
I ain't done with you. You might have killed my brother but I'm coming for you. Watch out.

I threw the phone on the floor. Jounte came in running. I was in tears and I was shaking.

"The fuck happened?" He said picking up my phone. I couldn't talk instead I was having an anxiety attack. He read the message and his face turned red, "Nobody gon mess with your ass shawty. I promise."

He got water from the fridge and gave it to me with my anxiety and sleeping pills. I took them and hugged him, tightly. He picked me up and took me to our room and put me in bed.

He changed his outfit and put on shorts only and laid down next to me and held me close. I wasn't scared because of the message. I just freaked out because I ain't know who that person was. Ever since I started dating Dejounte, I've been getting texts like this and I always tell him. He deals with it always.

"Princess," he said as if he noticed I was deep in my thoughts. I looked up and looked into his eyes and nodded.

"I promise I'm gon take care of you shawty. I just need to beat this one drug dealer then people will know not to touch my property. "

"Oh so now I'm your property. You own me," I said getting mad for no reason.

"I ain't mean it like that shawty...I mean if I make it to the top, people will know not to touch me and my people."

"Why you so obsessed with this drug business anyway?! All it does is get the people around you hurt or killed," I said cos he never told me the reason why he got into drugs and the thug life in general.

"It puts food on the damn table. It paid for this house and the car you drive," he said getting angry.

"Why don't you get a 9 to 5 job like a normal person?"

"How old am I?"

I looked at him strangely, "21...what does that have to do with this?"

"We started dating when I was 18 right? We met when I was 17 right?"

I nodded.

"You ever see me at school?"

I shook my head no.

"You ever see me at university before I got arrested?"

I shook my head no.

"Listen here since you so damn smart. My parents weren't rich like yours. My momma shot my pops because he was abusive when I was 15. She ain't get no inheritance from that. She ain't had no job and mamma got real sick. When I was 16, I finished grade 11 and had to drop out cos there was no money to pay for my school fees. My mamma wasn't working and we ain't had no money. We ain't eat for a month. Mamma went to hospital because she got sick and I had to do something. I had to step up and be a man. I met Trevor and he worked in the streets selling drugs and catching bodies. I joined in and made a couple hunnid the first week. I then paid for my mamma hospital bills and shit. I paid for the house and electricity. I had to get work to start paying for things. Trevor ain't finish school too. We had to work to pay bills and shit. We had to step up and grow up. You act like I aint compromise shit for you, I work hard for you so you can live in luxury. So you wouldn't have to stress about money and being broke. So to answer your damn question, reason why I don't get a proper job is because I ain't finish school plus I got a criminal record. I'm too dumb to be employed. I ain't educated. I'm sorry I ain't what you want," he said with anger in his voice.

I was speechless, I didn't know that. I opened my mouth but couldn't say anything. I reached out for his hand but instead he looked me up and down and walked out of the room.

I fucked up.