Characters from - Unreleased story "Neighborhood Dope Dads"
This story, unlike my others, has no face claims and instead relies on descriptions of each character
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Lorenzo's POV, 2024
"Aye, spray some water this way again see what happen." I heard as soon as I stepped out of my apartment building.
The yard and sidewalk were littered with people. From as young as infants laying in strollers to as old as the seniors in the community, everyone of all ages milled about. Every building and house on the block had people out front, all of them just enjoying the sunny day in peace.
I hummed lowly as I made my way down the stairs of my apartment building, stopping and sitting behind a dark skinned man who was entirely focused on braiding a little girl's hair.
"Good morning, beautiful." I whispered into the man's ear as I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders.
"You bet' not mess up these braids, nigga." He responded as he focused on finishing the braid in his hand before he finally leaned back against me and looked up. "Good morning, baby."
I chuckled at him before I started rubbing my hand over his head while we looked out at all of the people wandering the streets.
"Shits crazy." He muttered while watching a group of kids play together.
He didn't need to specify. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Life wasn't like this before. We weren't like this, the block wasn't like this, the people weren't like this. So much has changed here for the better.
And it all started all those years ago, when my young, dumb, love struck ass fell for the neighborhood dope dealer.
Chapter 1, Teen Years
Lorenzo's POV, 1995
I vividly remember the first time I ever saw him. Dark skin as black as the night sky that seemed to glow ethereally. Shorter than me, but stocky and built heavy with muscle. His arms and chest were covered in tattoos. He always wore all black, most commonly seen in a tight black tank top, black pants of some sort, and a black durag to top it all off. I remember how much he hated me in the beginning. How aggressive he was and how desperately he tried to keep me away from him.
