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Part 1: Ace

|{Niko Brown}|

I met the love of my life for the first time when I was only eight years old. His family had just moved in next door from Manchester, due to his father's new job.
He was a skinny, awkward nígga with no friends or any drop of confidence at the time. But after that one time that i shared my lunch with him at school when no one else would sit with him, we quickly became best friends.

Puberty hit, and Aiden... well he hated that name to I called him Ace.
Anyway, Ace grew into himself and became the dominating force of nature that he now was.

By the time we were 14 we started to realize our feelings for each other, which marked the beginning of all our troubles.
Long story short, we came out with each other, we were everything to each other for years, even after both our families disowned us for being 'a disgrace' as they put it, we stood tall for one another. We loved each other beyond literary description, we never spent a single day apart.
Ace was the one that got away, my first love.

But then all that changed when Ace got locked up for killing someone who was trying to violate me when we lived on a street corner in the hood, he was a minor but got tried as an adult and got 22 years.

For two years after Ace got sent away all i could do was try to find a way to get him out, I couldn't function without him, I didn't know how to do life without my boy, I mean how could I? We had spent all our time wrapped around each other in every way possible.
I visited every chance i got, i made a scene at times when they wouldn't let me see him, like the time when Ace was in solitary confinement for stabbing someone in the eye for instance.

But then Ace had randomly taken me off his visitors list and ordered me to go have a life, to move on. Which was how I knew he had me fucked up, because how the fuck was i supposed to do that when my whole heart was locked away. No matter how much i begged, it had only fallen on deaf ears. I had cried for like a month straight at first, then came the anger stage. I got involved with a rough crowd, slinging dope and gangbanging, and fighting every single day. To the point where i became notorious for my bad temper, nonexistent patience, and my inability to chill.

Meeting Dreya and then having my little princess had for sure helped me calm down some, enough for me to figure out my financial stability, which i did by cleaning my money and opening my tattoo shop. But somehow i still ended up in jail for three years, for nearly killing someone with my barehands in self defense. I was angry as fuck bruh.

However, getting locked up turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to me. Walking in there and seeing my baby was everything, touching and having him inside me felt like paradise, being inside him felt even better. Ace ran the joint up there, and I ain't all there in the head myself, so nobody fucked with us. I wanted to be there forever, I wanted to do something to extend my sentence just so I could be with him. But that nigga went and fucked it all up.
He'd threatened to never speak to me again if I ever did that.

"How the fuck you think I'mma let you do that? Get that stupid shit outta your head fast, I mean it." Ace had warned angrily when I told him about my plans.

First of all, he was the only one allowed to talk to me like that, anyone else would've... anyway, I digress.
I had no intention of leaving despite what Ace had said to be honest, and he knew it. So to prove his point, he'd fucked up a prison guard's face for no reason, and had spent the rest on my sentence in isolation. So by the time my three years was done, I couldn't bother to try to stay, because what was the point if I wasn't gon be with my man?
So I got out.

Getting out was bittersweet in more ways than one. I was happy to see my angel again fasho, she was so big and smart and beautiful. And I was happy to see my baby brother Nathan again, that nígga ain't sane in the slightest but I loved and protected him with everything in me... after all he was the only member of my family who was still speaking to me.