Jay didn't come from a place filled with happily ever afters. He was a black kid growing up in Harlem. Like most boys in his neighborhood Jay was drawn into the gangster life. The money and bitches just appealed to him.
But, when he gets into some...
"You can wipe that look off your face. I don't care how pissed you are, this is what's best. You'll see" my mom spoke.
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We were driving to the airport and ever since she told me about this bullshit I haven't said a word. Most people probably wondering why I didn't just leave. Though I didn't agree with all of this, I knew my mom and I didn't want to hurt her. So, yes the hood nigga does have a heart. If anything was to happen to her or my little sister I'd go the fuck off.
I was going to go through with this because I didn't want her to worry about me anymore. After we lost my dad, she kind of fell apart for a while. During that time we were really struggling but, she never asked for a hand out and worked her ass off until we were back on our feet. I didn't want her to experience that again.
"We're here. Grab your bags while I get your sister" she said hopping out. Taking my backpack and duffle bag out the trunk I followed them inside. We headed to my terminal where my plane was boarding.
"Guess this is where you leave me to live with some strangers" I mumbled.
"I'm not going to argue with you about this. Your going to get your black ass on that plane" she said.
"You leaving Jay?" Melody asked. I placed my stuff on the ground and crouched to her height.
"Yeah I'm bout to go but, I'ma call and FaceTime you while I'm gone. Okay?" I hummed. She nodded as I pulled her into a hug.
"Okay you need to go before you miss your flight" my mom sighed. Standing back up I grabbed my stuff, but before I left I gave her a hug.
"I understand. Don't worry" I whispered.
She squeezed me tight before letting me go. I got in line while they checked my bag and shit. They weren't going to find anything because I was having my weed sent by mail. Don't ask me how because that was straight confidential. Sparing one last glance to my family I started to get on the plane. This ride was four hours so, I was definitely bought to catch some Z's and pray these people weren't country as hell.
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