D E M O N

24:24 twenty-four

"Whea y'all headphones go" I ask them looking through they bags "y'all always leaving sum now how y'all supposed to hear y'all stuff" I tell them as they pay me no attention scrolling through YouTube shorts.

"I got you" Von producer says handing me two pair of head phones

Just as I get done setting them up I hear Von.

"Uh, Von
It's hard to trust (it's hard)
We've been through too much shit, we can't give up
Risk it all on love (I risk)
Her pussy just like glue, it got me stuck
Changed who I was (I changed, yeah)
And that's just because (and that's just because)
Think I'm in love (I think)
But I'm still a thug (but I'm still a thug)" He raps reading from his phone.

"Baby, it is what it is (it is)
I'm sorry, I did what I did (I did)
You told me I made you look bad (I what?)
I'll never do it again (I won't)
Don't listen to none of your friends (don't)
'Cause they be all in my DM (for real)
Man, them hoes be sendin' you off (uh-huh)
They be just wishin' it's them (damn, damn)
Know it's hard to trust (I know)
But we done came this far, we can't give up (we can't)
Want a car or truck? (A truck)
Whatever it is you want, I'll make it up (make it up)
Just know we ain't breakin' up"

I get a call on my phone from Chicago il, making me scrunch my face up cause who calling me from Chicago.

I decline the call looking back up at Von, who's staring at me while rapping.

He is no longer holding his phone, I can see the print in his front pocket.

"You remember that time? (Uh-huh)
A nigga tried you in the studio and almost died (what?)
Get one, this mines (huh?)
Ain't goin' nowhere lil' girl, this shit for life
It's hard to trust
We've been through too much shit, we can't give up
Risk it all on love
Her pussy just like glue, it got me stuck
Changed who I was
And that's just because
Think I'm in love" Von says as the song music turns off.

"This nigga do it every time" his producer shakes his head.

The same phone number call me back and I decline it again.

"You like it" Von asks standing in front of me "yeah I love it, its cute" I tell him smiling. I like the song it's cute.

But what friends is he talking about "why you got lil folks nem headphones on, I wanted them to hear it" He says taking dayvon ipad off his lap.

Dayvon slowly Looks up at him. "What you finna do, you bet not hit me imma beat yo ass" He tells dayvon and dayvon looks at me about to cry.

"Momma" Dayvon whines pointing at his father running over to me, he puts his head in my legs crying.

"Hell nawl, who taught my lil nigga that. Got my son in hea crying like a girl" London looks at him as he picks Dayvon up.

"Hit ha and imma give it back" Von points at me
"stop telling him that, you bet not" I tell dayvon

"What you scared of ha or sum" Von scrunch his face up looking at dayvon.

The same number calls back and I suck my teeth.

"Who that is" Von put Dayvon on the ground giving him his iPad back.