Keep It Pushin

Chapter 2

Hello Welcome To A Brent Faiyaz based story!
The events that happen in this book DID NOT really happen to Brent (Just to put that out there). Just a couple of things before you continue reading.

-Remember To play the music at the top of the chapter for a better experience 💜.

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-This book contains strong language and there may be some pictures that are disturbing.
- If you see this font "𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕" that is future brent speaking. Any other font is the past.

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𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 Maryland. 𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘...𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑩𝑬𝑻 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓. Except i was never into that shit. I was all about chasing girls and skipping class with my niggas. You know we were young and dumb and to be real i never saw myself sitting in this seat today, telling complete strangers about my life , but i'm willing and open to talk about it you know. So let's get it.

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August 10, 2003. 11:00pm
8 year old Brent.

I hear muffling. More like arguing. Probably momma and daddy fussing again. They always are. But it's a school night and i'm tired as fuck so imma go ahead and check that out.
I stand up off the floor and fix my lil pallet up.
I look over by where my brothers sleeping. Near the heater like always. It gets really cold in this apartment so we take turns laying in front of the heater from time to time. Momma never pay the bill on time so sometime we gotta thug it out.

I open the door and act like i'm going to use the bathroom. I start rubbing my eyes.

"IM SO SICK OF YO SHIT JAY!" she says in a hard soft whisper. "You got me here by myself for half the time with them boys i be bout to lose my mind. I'm working hard tryna pay these apartment bills and you act like you can't give me a couple of dollars for some to feed them."

"Lisa i'm sorry. Just hold me."he says tryna go in for a hug.
Ma backs up. "Sorry can't fix shit. You need to get a job. I need help. Yo boys need help."

"But it's seem like to me you doing just fine. You don't need me you "iNdePenDanT" figure that shit out."

"You look a mess. Coming all in here drunk.It's late at night and you knocking on the door tryna "chill" you not getting me knocked up no more jay i'm done. You need to get your shit and get out."

"SHUT UP! Just shut up. You think ian tired ?" he says all in her face. "Them ain't even my kids, and you got me taking they ass to the park and shit."

"They are yo damn kids! So i messed around one time Jay you slept with plenty of bitches when we were together stop playing the fucking victim all the time."

He jumps up from the table and start heading to the door.
"LIKE I SAID YOU A PUNK, YOU AINT SHIT JAY!ALWAYS WALKING AWAY-"

He stopped and turned around the gave my momma a clean back hand to the face. She fell hard as shit on the kitchen floor. She started crying. He was about to punch her in the face until he saw me in the hallway.