𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘||mj✔︎

Conflicted

🎶I gave her everything, she took my heart and left me lonely. I think broken heart's contagious, I won't fix I'd rather weep🎶

Omniscient~

     The birds were chirping, the sun was shining. Everything seemed pretty much sane and balanced in the atmosphere. Everything except-

"I said come sit down boy! Do you listen?" Trey exclaimed, clapping his hands in Damien's direction
as he stood there with shifted weight to his left leg, staring at the sneaky group of people in Trey's garage

He exhaled through his nose and stared at them. "What do y'all want now?" He asked, cocking a brow

Trey glanced over at the others beside him with a snarl. "What? You think 'cause you got married n shit, that you too cool to hang out wit' your bros?" He questioned in amusement.

Damien held up a finger. "First of all, y'all ain't my bros, I just hang out wit' you. Second I ain't married, I'm engaged." He informed them in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as Trey lazily smiled back and nodded his head, surrendering up his hands.

"Well my bad, lover boy." Trey gawked putting away his blunt beside him.

Currently, Trey and his friends are in his garage hanging out, most likely wanting to start trouble about something—but nothing in particular...

"Trey, yo light skin ass better stop smokin' that shit. Your voice is startin' to get raspy. Like Michael's." Damien chuckled, going to take a seat next to him making Trey scoff at him. "Dont compare me to that murderer. I'm street smart, and he a maniac. Big difference." Trey replies kissing his teeth

"Uh Huh. And what are y'all plannin' now huh? You ain't just sittin' here just because. The man is in an Asylum. Ain't no gettin' back at him for whatever." Damien warned them as his eyes glared at them intensely

Trey nodded his head and shrugged. "Nah we know. And since Aliyah ain't in our plans no more, we have no real motives. That is..if that nigga comes back from the Asylum."

There are justice signs for Scott all over Philly. People either want Michael dead, or in the Asylum. The group that wants Michael dead is of course Trey's

Damien's smile dropped and he tilted his head giving Trey a serious look. "Trey...don't be plannin' shit now. You can't-"

"He killed my bro! I can do whateva I want! Am I the only one that wants revenge on his ass? How you still cool wit' him after he killed Scott? How nigga?He a lie an' I been sayin that since day 1."

"He got issues Trey! You needa grow up!" Damien exclaimed back, putting his drink onto the floor beside him, near his feet as he sat up straight and rested his knuckle on his chin.

Trey scrunched up his face in annoyance. "Ion needa grow up!" He scoffed. "Scott deserves justice. The whole of Philly agrees wit' me. I'm the one that called it that he did somethin' to Scott. And I was right. I'm always right nigga. Am I wrong?" Trey asked, raising a brow at Damien as the room went silent

Damien exhaled deeply, knowing Trey's right. Trey and Aliyah were right all along about Scott's disappearance. They're always right about their assumptions and he hated to admit it.

He briefly closed his eyes and disregarded the statement."Even if you are always right, whatchu plannin' to do? He's in an Asylum."

- "He got a son now don't he?"

Damien froze

Trey's buddies exchanged looks of discomfort