Adopted By NBA YoungBoy 2: A Toxic World{An NBA YoungBoy Story}

Eighty Two

Nau'Jour Grainger💜{3 weeks later}

I was riding on the tour bus just staring at Mariah. Ever since her cop friend got killed she been different. Like she been... I don't wanna say introverted, but that's kind of what she's been. She just been crying at random times and man I feel for her. It ain't nothing worst than losing somebody close to you that you love.

Me and bae and the homies of course went to the funeral. We ain't want to cuz' it'd kinda give of a bad look that we at a cop funeral and for our reputation as hood niggas... That'd kinda fuck up our shit but I honestly ain't care. Listening to the way Mariah cried that day at the hospital when she got told Frank died, that's some shit I can't get out of my head. That's traumatic for anybody. Then she told us what the conversation was that they had before he passed and that shit broke my heart even more dawg. But the thing that got me is, we postponed the Jacksonville show and everybody tickets was gonna be accepted for a later date which we did after the funeral. Like 4 days after the funeral and Mariah came through and shut shit down like a BOSS! If do it for yo homie was a person it'd definitely be her cuz' Frank told shawty keep going with this music shit and don't stop and she doing that.

"You want something to eat bro?" Flack asks Mariah

"No." Mariah said as she stared off into space

"You wanna cuddle and watch a movie bookie?" Brittany said

"No." Mariah said still staring off into space

"Babe, you haven't eaten in days. You gonna starve yourself." Samaria said as she sat down in front of Mariah and moved her hair out of her face

"I'm just not hungry. I can't keep nothing down when I get upset." Mariah said

"Alright well at least try to stay hydrated. Okay?" Samaria said

"Okay." Mariah nodded

When Samaria moved, I got up and went sat in front of Mariah too. When I say in front, I really mean next to cuz' like on these buses it's booth seats and shit and she was sitting in the seat with her back to the window and her feet up on the seat. So just picture that.

"You wanna talk?" I asked

"No." Mariah said

"Come on... You ain't been eating, you barely been talking, I just-- I get what you going through. Trust me I do. But don't cut the people out who really care. Cuz' sometimes grief can do that to you. You may not mean to do it, but it happens." I said

"He just-- At one point, I thought he was being weird but he wasn't. I just feel like maybe he knew his death was coming and he somehow was trying to prepare himself for it so he started being funny." Mariah said

"Maybe bro was tryna distance himself from y'all a lil bit so that way he wouldn't... I don't wanna say feel bad for dying cuz' clearly y'all love him but maybe he wanted to act funny so that way y'all wouldn't fuck with him then when he died it wouldn't hurt as much to y'all." My manager said

"What? That sounds stupid as hell." Megan said

"You got any better explanations Sherlock?" Amelia said

"That actually makes sense." Mariah said

"Aye woah woah woah, don't go getting no ideas to be getting into no shit cuz' you told him you'd keep going witcho music career and stay away from his murder investigation. That look in yo eyes just letting me know everything." I said

"No, I just... Fine." Mariah said

"You gave yo word to a dying man and I'mma make sure you keep it." I said