Pharoah
Here I was, pushing through the crowd of the randoms at my school during lunch. I haven't been here in a few days but now I'm back with a cast on my finger and a curious Jordan. "I just don't get it, you was perfectly fine when I last seen yo ass— Ny walking round like she scared of everything and you look like a fucking ghost— with a broken finger... you finger banged omani? She look like her shit boney enough to do that" his constant rambling did get a small chuckle out of me. Even though my mind was focusing on many things at the moment; did Layshon make it out on time, where I Dayquellz and lastly—did I really break dad?. People are human, I get that. People also can get their feelings hurt— my dad wasn't like my pa he never showed much emotion besides happiness and him being proud. When he was disappointed he just sighed and we kind of seen it in his eyes, but he always insisted he wasn't. But the look I saw in his eyes last night remained different, it's like he was no longer looking at me. Due to Nassiah's eyes and his outburst at me— I figured that I must've said something bad.
"No— I actual- I haven't seen Omani have you?" I asked and he gave me a look of disgust and motioned over to her friends who left a spot for Omani- but no Omani.
"Rumor has it you got her pregnant, but fuck you look like with a kid" he spoke as he ate his cheeseburger.
"Oh shit" I spoke softly, she did talk about her parents divorce and then I ghosted her. Maybe my issues were slightly more important to me, but to her she is still going through something traumatic. Something that was going to change her life drastically.
To Omani :
- baby wya?
I sent the text message letting my eyes scan the lunch room until Gretchen ugly ass gave me a scowl.
"How's the team?" I asked Jordan who let out a snort.
"Pathetic, PA-fucking-THETIC" he yelled slamming his cheeseburger down making a few people including the few people on the basketball team who were sitting at the end of the table look at him. "I don't like them niggas, you my homie we been playing ball sense ever! And now you expect me to believe that your dumb ass broke yo fucking finger! NA NA NA it just feels wrong" he said his face forming into a child like pout.
"I'm sorry, I ain't- I didn't, I'm sorry" I spoke sighing slightly as my fingers tapped the table.
"Aye don't worry bout it, you seem off your sure you good?" He asked but I knew I couldn't look back up at him, shit I could barely even hold a breathe in- everything was to much and my brain was racing with negative thoughts.
"I-I'm fine, imma just I'll be back" I said rushing out of the lunch room, I turned the first corner and then went up the stairs until I reached the second floor bathroom- practically throwing myself into the big stall I let out shaking breaths pulling out my phone. "Pick up,pick up" I whispered to my self as I held the phone to my ear.
"Y-yooOooo?" Quelly voice with a bunch of other ones in the background trying to come through the phone. "Aye mane, ack da FUCK up" he yelled making me pull the phone away from my ears.
"Q-quelly?" I asked softly and got nothing "quelly?"
"What king mane shit, fuck you want Bra" he spoke fast and slow at the same time speeding himself up then slowing himself down at weird times.
"You been drinking Q?"
"Nigga it's fucking da morning, Na fuck you want?" He questioned harshly making me go quiet, maybe I could just suck it up- he did seem busy. "Fuck mane! King I'm finna hang up dis fucking phone!"
"C-can you come get me?" I asked sniffling a bit trying to hold my emotions back, although the thought of my parents killing Layshon dead kept coming up. Not to mention Quelly might hate me, he hasn't ever answered the phone like that.
"Always gotta fucking save da day, can't yo ass do anything but cry fuck— be outside mane Ian playing I'll leave yo ass"
"N-no you don't always sav-
"YO PUNK ASS WAS GETING BEATEN ON! NIGGA CANT EVEN BLOCK A FUCKING PUNCH" and with that he hung up. I chewed my inner cheek sighing. It's what you get Pharoah you did fuck up his day, not to mention you got him into unnecessary shit. You could've dealt with Layshon on your own you just was to dumb, to sloppy. Should've covered it up better and none of this would've happened. It's all your fault - it's all your fault- it's all my fucking fault I ruin eve-
"Aye king! I see yo shoes open this bitch up" Jordan said like a mad man outside the door. But to me it sounded still slightly muffled- my own thoughts drowning him out as I rocked back and forth. Soon enough I felt someone grab my ankles and Jordan was sliding himself under the stall to see me. After cleaning his self off from the dirty stall he let out a string of curse words then moved my hands from over my ears.
"Aye what's wrong mane! I would've came quicker but I had to finish my cheeseburger— and yours" he said with a sheepish smile. "But i figures something been up" he spoke as I leaned into the boy he patted my back slowly.
"Look at me, I'm such a good friend- I just knew something is wrong and look at you— fucked up" he said before his smile dropped "sorry" he said making me chuckle slightly. The boy tended to make me laugh and snap out of my own head space.
"I ruined everything, and and Quelly hates me, omani is who knows- layshon- oh my god I just fucked everything up" I said as my breathing picked up again.
"Aye listen to me you baby nigga, the worlds already fucked whose to say that you fucked it up— and not ion know aliens or some shit" he spoke "like people lives be shitty with or without you— stop taking all da blame Inna world" he said which he's been telling me sense we met truthfully. "You good?"
"I'm good" I spoke as I calmed myself down slowly. "Quelly picking me up"
"See that black bastard don't hate you!" He said helping me to my feet, unlocking the door and pushing me out the stall.
"Y'all gay" someone who was washing their hands started.
"Yeah so gay i fucked yo sister, boy fuck out my face" he spoke pushing me out of the bathroom. Outside the bathroom he handed me my bag and shrugged slightly rubbing his stomach. "A nigga be hungry" he spoke as he walked outside glancing around. His grip on my arm was like a teacher who was waiting for the kids parents to come pick them up. Soon enough Dayquellz pulled into the school parking lot like a fucking mad man. "Okay stay safe, I feel like a mother oh Na" Jordan said as I walked down the stairs towards Quellys car which was blasting music.
"Get in, wasting my damn tiiiiime" he spoke as I got towards the car, I got in taking in my surroundings. It smelled like weed, normal for him but he pulled off like he didn't realize it was his foot on the gas.
"C-can you slow down?" I asked scratching the back of my neck nervously, I didn't even close the door all the way when he was half way down the street.
"D-damn you wanna drive brotha man?" He spoke as he swerved around the corner. I shook my head leaning back into the seat. "What ya even call me for?" He asked stopping at a red light. I looked out the window, he seemed like we were going to maybe gales house? I wasn't a hundred percent sure. But when the boy didn't answer me my head turned towards him and he was— dozing off? I tapped the male and he instantly put his foot on the gas making me close my eyes as we just did that in ongoing traffic
"Day" I spoke softly as my breathing was speeding up, almost to match the speed limit he was going. "Dayquellz" I spoke again nothing until he slammed on the breaks at a cross walk as kids walked. Me bashing my head against the window as he came to the stop to quick made me look at the male with pure terror. "Your high aren't you?" I spoke softly.
"Shut that shit up" he spoke as he started driving again.
"Day— I think you are, I mean you're mom did have all that stuff at the house and I di-
"And what? I didn't have time to do any fucking thing because I was to busy saving your ass once fucking moo" he was dozing off again, or his eyes where getting lower with each word.
"Pull over" I felt warm tears coming down my face, I seen Quelly maybe high a few times but not like this. Not to the fact he can't control himself. "Pull over" I complained once more before tapping him back to consciousness and when I did he happened to do a sharp left—- into the grass and a tree.
It went dark for a moment, not like you died dark. But like panic attack now I can't breathe type of dark. Coming and and out like my lungs gasping for air- I crawled out the car to get some new fresh air after the airbags done exploded. I didn't have time to calm down- Quelly will go to jail. He will go to jail- oh shit. I glanced around the grass I sat in before digging into my sweat pants pocket so I could call someone.
"What king?" My pa spoke with his normal aggravated tone.
"Quelly c-c-crashes. H-he- p-pa h-he's"
"Where are you king?" The truth is I didn't know. I mean right then and there I laid back into the grass and looked up at the sky. I couldn't breathe and the fast streaming tears didn't make my vision any better "listen to my voice Na? Help me help you lil nigga"
"N-near d-da p-park" I spoke "I-ice cream s-shop" I added looking around from where I was laying. My tears got harder as I came to one conclusion. This would go under the things I fucked up- I broke quelly.
When my eyes opened again standing over me was one of the twins. "King up! Up! You Heavy" Kyra complained picking up my arm. "Papi king broke!" kamillia complained.
"YOU FUCKING DUMB BOY! You on that shit? You wanna be a fucking dope feen like yo mother" Donnie voice boomed through my ears and I shut my eyes knowing who he was yelling at already.
"Come on Pharoah, you hurt?" I felt someone kick my side and when my eyes opened again it was my father. I shook my head and he helped me up. A painful headache came instantly when I got to my feet making me groan. "Of course this shit happens on my fucking day off" Nassiah complains.
Omniscient
Nassiah let out a stressful grunt as he looked at what was once his god sons car, then the boy who was still dozing off as his father yelled at him and took him into the car. Donnie wasn't a fool he would pretend he was driving the car when the cops pulled up, hoping junior wouldn't leave himself back in jail. "Papa we go to center? I got art today" Kyra asked slightly from beside her father still holding his hand.
"Yeah come on crew, get inna car- just wait till Alonso hears of this" speaking of the lightskins husband he's been in his head sense last night. Barely sleeping and reflecting- more like he sees every person he ever killed when he closes his eyes. But was he going to tell his husband whose on the verge of relapsing into a three year old with a gun? Of course not.
"Do I have to go? I j-just want to lay down" king said from the passengers seat but truthfully he didn't want to have to look Alonso in the face, he felt guilty- he was still mad at the male, at both of his parents but he couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Imma drop dem off stay here if you want— don't let nobody come up to my car Na" Nassiah said in a serious tone before pulling into the parking lot.
Alonso on the other hand was trying to read over a case file, a case file that looked a lot like what his probably would. The kid was acting out in school and home, caught with narcotics but he gets good grades, stays on high honor role. "Your husband is here" Valerie said with a bit of hate laced in her voice . Could he blame her? Not really Nassiah done tried to kill her.
"Move bitch ion got time for you today" Nassiah said pushing her out of the way as he walked in. Alonso raises a eyebrow before Nassiah shuts the door behind him and makes himself comfortable in his husbands office.
"You dropped the girls off?" Alonso asked as he went back to looking over the file in front of him.
"Yes, your son is on edge" Nassiah adds making the room fall quiet for a second. "Alonso are you fucking listening to me?"
"Yes I heard you, king is on edge— what happened?"
"Quellys back on that shit. Crashed his car and king was inna passenger seat- King was having a whole panic attack for 20 minutes" Nassiah spoke. Silence fell between the room once more as Alonso was in his own head into his husband yelled at him once more. "What's wrong with you chocolate?" Nassiah asked getting up from his seat moving towards Alonso.
"Nothing I'm fine, king need to take his ass right back to a psychological where Rice work— he stopped when he was 13 because he begged too and look where that got him" Alonso spoke with no emotion, his head still elsewhere. He flipped through papers before feeling his husband sit himself in the males lap.
"Okay you make a appointment, and make one for yourself aswell" Nassiah said making alonso look into his eyes.
"Pa I don't ne-
"Make yourself one Alonso, you got this lost look in your eyes- and if a seventeen year old words hit you this hard? Your mind was already busy with negative thoughts— kids are assholes.. especially ours" Nassiah said as he kissed Alonso.
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