PLEASE READ MY STORY IN DARK MODE as this will just make for visuals & why you on light mode anyway? They might be fucking first chapter, you don't know. 🙄
& that's yo first red flag 🚩 bitch.
DISCLAIMER:
THIS BOOK WILL INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING
TALKS OF DRUGS AND ALCOHOLIC SUBTANCES
ACTS OF VIOLENCE
GRAPHIC SCENES
X-RATED SCENES
MATURE LANGUAGE
DOMESTIC ABUSE
EXTREME TOXICITY
if the following upsets you, this ain't the book for you babe 🥰
anyways enjoy hoe.
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' you told me i could trust you,
don't lie.
i could really use it,
everybody need love, even niggas like me '
Dayvon Daquan Bennett.
Chicago, Il.
July 24th.
EMBARRASSED,
Von smiled pulling his hoodie down over his low
hazy eyes as he smiled as Meelah brought up his recent tweet from hours prior. "Man, why you wanna talk about that?" He muttered. "I said what I said."
"Why you couldn't be like that initially?" She squinted at him. "Because now she won't even answer my calls cause you wanna be a hoe all your life. I don't even think she wants to be my friend anymore."
"That's yo fault foe nem," Von burped rubbing his stomach, "cause why the fuck would you call ha ova hea and you know I had a lil move?"
"Who's also my friend, and also not fuckin wit me," She noted, "and don't try that manipulative shit with me I'm not them."
"You almost fell fa it though," he laughed childishly, "them yo personal problems. Ian feel like that when I first met her, now I like her more than all my otha bitches. That's bad ain't it?"
"You're getting too damn old to be out here still tryna fuck hoes, grandpa. Grow up, do something good wit your life, get a girlfriend and sit the fuck down," Meelah mugged. "There's your answer, no it's not bad. But you are, always doing stupid shit."
Von sucked his teeth blankly staring at his sister, "you gotta say allat?"
"I don't but it makes you understand better,"
"Aye, y'all seen my remote?" Antonio asked standing in the doorway of Von's bedroom in nothing but Spider-Man boxers.
Von laughed, "aye lil folks, you zesty as hell grandbabii, go put on some clothes foe nem!"
"I'm tryna find my remote!" He exclaimed. "Meelah you prolly got my remote!"
"Antonio, nobody don't have yo remote, it's prolly under that dirty ass bed!"
"It's prolly in one of them dirty ass wigs you got!" He retorted.
"Bitch—at least I know my daddy," she shot back.
"No you don't, cause Von daddy not even yo daddy goofy," he ran off to his room and Meelah chased after him closing Von's door on the way out.
His other phone vibrated on his dresser and he got up sluggishly to see it was only Bree calling. She just didn't take a hint. But he low key used that to his advantage. He could do Bree the dirtiest and she would always come back like clock work. To tell the truth, he only fucked with her because he had problems with her dead ass GD brother when he was alive, now that he was gone it really had no value to him than just to do it. It was something to do in his spare time. He waited till the call ended and picked the phone up to text her. He didn't even feel like talking, the drugs was beating his ass. Durk Za was hitting different today.
₍ yoooo wyo gang ? ₎
delivered
Bree ass now
₍ Lol u can't answer your phone anymore? ₎
₍I was calling to check up on u u been actin funny since I seen u and that bitch at my job ₎
₍ lol not 2 much on ha ₎
delivered
Bree ass now
₍ You must like her lol ₎
₍ u on my line 2 talk about other mfs or wat ₎
delivered
Bree ass now
₍ Can you come by or nah ₎
It must've been cupid telling him no cause right at that moment he got a notification from Egypt, look how the love god works.
Egypt ❤️ now
₍ hey, if ur not busy can u bring me mcdonalds at silver cross hospital? ₎
His brows furrowed as worry filled his stomach? What was she doing at the hospital?
₍ y u at the hospital ma?? ₎
read at 12:52pm.
Egypt ❤️ now
₍ alana is here, can u bring me food please ill pay u back im starvinggggg ): ₎
He flipped back to his conversation with Bree.
₍ nah I'm not gone be able to slide. ₎
delivered
Bree ass now
₍ lol ig ₎
He sat in the message thread wondering if he had made the right choice or not. Shit was changing too fast for him, what was it about Egypt that had him shooting at her, pulling up at her home, and giving her money and dates? It was too much for him. He flipped back to he and Egypt's thread.
₍ ight ma.₎
read at 1:04 pm.
Egypt ❤️ now
₍ im gonna give you the biggest juiciest kiss EVER . ₎
₍ u needa give me sum pussy. ₎
₍ aw uon wan read shit na huh₎
delivered.
• • •
An hour and a half later, he pulled up to silver cross hospital with booka who just had to come with him. He met Egypt in the waiting area with her small fry and a frappe. She squealed at the sight of food and approached him with a tight hug and a soft kiss. "Thank you for the food my love."
"This ain't even no fuckin food, you had me drive out hea and you eatin like a toddler."
She mugged him playfully. "Hey booka."
"Hey Ethiopia," he teased, she rolled her eyes at him.
"My name is Egypt."
"Same shit, they both countries right?"
Von sucked his teeth, "stop playin wit my baby fa I beat you,"
"Boy fuck you." Booka walked over to the vending machines.
"Yo friend straight? She alive?"
Egypt sucked her teeth at him putting her straw in her frappe, "you think if she was dead I'd be this calm?"
"Ion know, you could be backdoor," he played.
"Well I haven't backdoor'd you...yet!" She squinted her eyes at him trying to suppress her laugh.
"Yea, ight," Von let off a little smile, resting his chin on her shoulder, she leaned over pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"You okay?"
"I'm straight, I just missed you."
"I missed you too."
"Man fuck y'all, they ain't got no pure leaf SWEET tea innis mufucka? All I see is unsweetened," he squinted,
"No, it's a hospital, they gotta keep things healthy," Egypt reminded.
"That's white as fuck," he complained.
"Whea ha people at?" Von pried. "You the only mufucka here?"
Egypt shook her head stuffing a few fries in her mouth, "her mom and dad have been talking to the doctor and social worker for like an hour now. But I am her only friend, we've never had other friends, it's always been us."
Von nodded. That was understandable.
Egypt McKenzie Wright.
Chicago, Il.
July 23rd.
"Shit! I got here as quick as I could!" Vinny sprang into the waiting area. "I just got off from a double—hey Egypt!" He mumbled giving Egypt a side hug. The hug making Von side eye him because in his mind, "why're you touching her?"
But compared to Alana's other relationships, she favored Vinny the most. He cared about Alana and genuinely wanted to see her do the best she could, even despite her past and body count. He took her insecurities and pinned them on him to drive himself to treat her better. She went from pleasing a man to one throwing rose petals at her feet. Sadly, Alana didn't know how to receive that treatment, so it drove her to thinking Vinny was a pushover.
"It's fine, V." Egypt waved off. "I'm just waiting for her parents to come back with some news."
Vinny shook his head, "I should've never left the other night, E! I-I just got so mad, I seen messages in her phone of talking to some dude when I was in Florida, they were planning to fuck!"
"What? With who?"
"I don't know his name, dutty?"
"DUTTY WHINE GYAL!" Booka said in his best Jamaican accent dancing around.
"Gang, we is ina hospital sit yo ass down!" Von mugged him.
"Doo something? I think—Doodie lo?"
"Damn my boa, that shit stupid," Booka shook his head with a laugh, "wit the perv though?"
"Huh?" Vinny was visibly confused.
"Oh my god, the bald guy!" Egypt clasped her hand over her mouth. "Vinny, that guy she was texting is a pervert!"
"I'm not surprised," Vinny sucked his teeth, "any fucking bitch with a name like that? Nobody loves you."
Alana's adoptive parents, Raleigh and Rick both came back into the waiting room with watery eyes, "oh Egypt, she's doing drugs again!" Raleigh cried. Rick tried to console her but was unsuccessful, Egypt's stomach churned.
"What do you mean? Alana's been clean since sophomore year!"
"She relapsed the other day," Rick announced solemnly.
"With what?"
"Egypt—"
"I can take it, with what?" She asked more firmly.
"Cocaine."
"Damn, Whitney Houston ain't it?" Booka mumbled.
"Booka, wait outside gang." Von sucked his teeth passing him the keys to his black hellcat.
Egypt sucked her teeth plopping down in a nearby chair and burying her face in her knees.
"It's not your fault, Egypt. You got her clean you did what you could for her!" Rick explained. "You know how Alana's willpower is when she's going through something, you know how it is!" Egypt didn't respond. Von sucked his teeth sitting beside her and lowering his head to where she was.
"Come on ma, you know that shit ain't yo fault," he mumbled to her quietly, "lil folks GROWN, you did what you could to help ha, if you care bout ha you gon keep at it."
"But nunnadis yo fault, you hea me?"
Egypt sat up hands over her face as she nodded wiping her wet face free of tears. She sniffed standing up, as Von did right alongside her kissing her temple. "Im fin get outta hea doe, folks ass actin unusual," he said referring to Booka. "I'a see you later tho, call me."
Von kissed her cheek once more, and left the waiting area. Just like a hood nigga.
"We've already seen her," Raleigh whimpered, "room 8011 if you and Vinny wanna go up."
Rick went to go sit Raleigh down, in a secluded corner. Vinny and Egypt headed upstairs in silence. This all felt too familiar for Egypt, the hospital, the wards. The quiet elevator ride. PTSD is real.
Vinny paused in doorway of the room, Egypt knew he was beyond hurt and disappointed, he felt guilty. Egypt slowly pushed past him. Alana was staring up at static tv blankly. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Bestie," Egypt frowned. Alana's eyes darted over to Egypt as she frowned tears flowing from her eyes.
"Egypt!" She whined as Egypt leaned down to hug her. "I'm so sorry!"
"I know," Egypt mumbled squeezing in the little hospital bed with her kissing her cheek gently. "It's okay."
"Lana, what did you do?" Vinny frowned slowly stepping into the room. Alana looked up at him now crying uncontrollably. "Why would you do this to me? You scared me." He came by the bedside, grabbing her free hand bringing it up to his lips kissing her knuckles gently.
"I'm so sorry, I just got so scared V. I literally cannot do life without you, both of you. I felt like I might've died when you left, I just felt so weak."
"I always say I'm leaving Lana, and I come right back because I love you. I just needed a minute, baby. I wasn't goin nowhere," he mumbled to her, his lips still pressed against her hand.
"I spoke to a psychologist and a psychiatrist, they both said I had bipolar depression," she admitted.
"And that's okay," Egypt spoke up, "cause you have people who love you in your corner, you're gonna be fine bestie."
"Exactly," Vinny admitted, "we here to stay Lana, you can't get rid of us.
• • •
— i love vinny sm like he's so cute.
— alana is my bitchhhh i feel for her.
— im proud of von, he ain't been showing his ass lately.
— anyways, booka wrong for the Whitney Houston comment 🙄