The Games You Play : A Hood Love Story

Jay (21)

October 20th

"So you finally decided to be honest?" Smoke passed me the blunt.

"Yeah. Bryce being in the hospital really shook her up and she know i'm not coming clean about something."

"Bro she'll understand I promise." Smoke patted my back & took another hit. "Where you taking her?"

"To the lake. It always seems to relax her." I said.

"What time you getting her?"

"Like 3 hours. She meeting me at my place."

"I promise all you have to do is be honest and explain why you didn't say anything. She's literally the most understanding, optimistic person. She always wants to see the best in people. Especially you." He smiled. "She loves you man and I am so happy for you. So be honest, don't screw that shit up. Aight?"

"I appreciate you man. She'll know everything tonight." I started driving Smoke home. All I could think about was my beautiful, caring, strong girlfriend. It was really weird how ian never felt like this before. I mean I been in love, but not like this. Loren is the sweetest, purest soul i've ever run into. Some people will be good to you with hidden intentions. But Lo? She different. The fact that I know she wouldn't even think about hurting me makes me love her even more. The way she looks at me makes my heart melt and not to mention she got me wrapped around her finger.

I love her. More than anything man. I love her.

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Jay
"Yea man I'm finna pull up to my house now."

"Let me know how everything goes man." Smoke called me again to wish me luck. I could tell he really fucked with Loren. They seemed to get real close because of some shit they'd been through in the past and I liked that.

"Thanks man she should be her- WHAT THE FUCK?" I couldn't believe what I was staring at. I jumped out the car and ran to my front porch. I'd never ran so fast in my life. "Tray get in your car and get over here NOW!" I picked her up and held her.
"Baby. Baby stay with me please. You can't leave me. Not you too." I called 9-1-1 as as fast as I could. What was the short version of telling them somebody was in my hands dying and that it's my fault because i'm an inconsiderate, selfish son of a bitch.

"9-1-1 , what's your emergency?" .....