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"Aye get up we about to pull up now." The deep voice of Dre yells while hitting my shoulder. I had fell asleep after our talk, trying to release some stress. I only woke up grumpy and hungry. I rub the sleep from my eyes and stretch. "Where we at?" I yawn and sit up in my seat.

"Down the street from the trap." He answers casually and I look in the back seat towards our newfound money. A light chuckle escapes my lips. I was starting to think of all the things I could do with that money. "You thinking about taking and running wit it?" Dre jokes while taking a turn revealing the trap at the end of the road. I'm reacquainted with the smell of drugs in the air, the countless bodies strung out on drugs or wandering the streets like zombies, and the loud blasting of all kinds of music. Part of me grew bored and over this whole scene, I wanted out, but part of me relished in the feeling I was about to feel. All I had to do was step out the car. As soon as I did, all heads turned. They looked down at the 2 bags in my hands and their faces lit up. They looked almost as if the money was theirs, I continued to walk through the crowd of happy faces and nodded at their praises.

"Reg done came through again!" A distant voice cheers and I chuckle to myself. These people kinda looked at me like a savior I guess. As long as I was doing something that benefitted the hood.

When I walked into the house the praise continued and I turned around when I heard the chuckles of Dre behind me. "What's funny? " he keeps on laughing and walking down the hall, "Nothing, just you the golden boy, everyone loves and respect you."

I raised my eyebrow stating blankly, "So?"

"So I wonder how all that gon change when they find out." He whispers and goes back to laughing. I smack my teeth and keep walking. "Ain't shit funny." I yell while leaving him behind to catch up.

I turn the corner and hear Dre footsteps not too far behind mine. "You mad?" He asks cautiously, finally at my side.

"Nah its whatever. Fuck it."

He stopped walking and looked at me suspiciously. "Don't do that shit." He demanded, squinting his eyes at me. "Do what?" I question and keep walking.

"Bruh I'm trying to help you before you do that fuck shit again!" He whisper yells. I raise my eyebrow at him, sizing him up. Fuck wrong wit him? I thought to myself.

"Get the fuck out yo feelings yo, you going back to that whole 'fuck everything and everybody' shit." He yells, poking me in my chest. I laughed at him like he was a joke. "I don't know what you're talking bout." I teased, playing dumb. This was old me, old me played games and didn't give any fucks, old me only did things if it benefitted him and his family, it was fun to say the least.

-♡-

Later that day, after we dropped the money off I went out on the curb. I was delaying going to see Zo, I just needed to be surrounded by the streets, and not him. I already knew what it was, I could try and act like I'm going back to thug Reggie but when I saw him things would most likely be different. I already felt the butterflies when I thought of him. But I was surely gon try to delay that, the week away did make something clear. I was back in square one, let's be honest, I wasn't gon get out these streets, and that was the bitter truth. I hated that, yeah it did make me bitter and angry, but might as well get use to it.

I huff out some air and shake my head of my thoughts, nothing was gon change so I just got in my car and lit up. Smoking usually calmed me, and made things less, real. The windows were rolled all the way up, basically keeping all the smoke inside and swirling around me like my own clouds. I focused on blowing o's from the smoke and chuckled to myself.

Reaching into the the glove compartment I see the bag of Skittles I had hidden in here was gone.

"Thieving negros." I mutter myself and flinch when I hear a knock on the passenger side window. I look up and see Keisha, looking in expectantly.

I unlock the door and she slide looking over at me with a big smile on her face. "Where you been boo, I missed you." She asks, flirting so carelessly.

I look her up and down, she was wearing a dress that fit tightly, exposing her features and curves, I licked my lips thinking of the stuff we used to do.

"I was out of town doing a deal." I answer her finally.

"Oh you been out making more money huh?" She coos, "I bet you been so stressed, I can help with that," she teased, slightly opening up her legs.

I was tempted, I'm not gon lie, with the state of mind I was in, I was tempted to do it. But he ain't deserve that, he deserved so much more than that, more than just some hood nigga who gon tie him down to these streets. "I gotta go, and you gotta get out."

She smacked her teeth and sized me up and down like I just tried her.

"Yo car stink anyway." She complained and pulled out her perfume before spraying all over, some getting on me.

I pushed her out my car before pulling the windows down a and starting it up, time to go see the boy who meant so much and deserved so much better.

-♡-

I pulled into the driveway of the place we made our home. Sitting in the car with the ignition off I exhale deeply. I ran a hand down my face and checked myself out one last time. "Here I come my love."

I couldn't get up there fast enough, but at the same time I was going to fast. I was fighting a battle, the one who wanted to go be hopeful, be the man that Zo made me, but another part hated that person, he was full of false hope and playing himself.

The conflict continuously went on inside, a endless battle to the death, which part of me would come out victorious, I wish I could predict myself.

ALONZO

I sat at home, trying, emphasis on trying not to worry. He was supposed to be home hours ago. The food I made was cold, the candles that were lit were melted out, and the air was just chilly with a eery silence. Except for the steady breathing of Gabriel, who I stupidly called to see if he had heard from Reggie. He took the opportunity to come over and 'comfort me', I guess this was his way of doing so. I waited, and with every second passing my worry grew stronger.

I checked my phone. No calls or messages from him. I decided to go outside for some air, hoping to relieve some kind of stress. I walk out and turn around to try and quietly close the door.

I back into a hard chest, shocking me and bringing out a slight yelp. I turn around to apologize when I look up to see him, staring blankly.

"Ray!" I yell surprised and embrace him quickly. All the worry dissipates as I become enveloped in all that is Ray, his body, his warmth, his...well this wasn't his normal smell. "Are you wearing perfume?" I ask after getting a sniff. He pulls away and looks with his brows furrowed, like he was thinking deeply, not paying attention to what was right in front of him. The door opens behind me and out peeks Gabriel. "Oh Reg, you're home." He croaks, sleep still evident in his voice. I turn back to Ray and look to see what's up with him. His face is hard and he's staring at Gabriel.

"What he doing here?" He barks and I grab his hand to pull him inside, Gabe moves out the way and follows behind us. "Zo was worried, he called to see if I heard from you."

"Yeah you were supposed to be here hours ago. What's up with you? Where you been?" I question sitting next to him.

He stands up and points to Gabriel. "You, out. Alonzo, stop asking me questions." He mutters and walks into the room. Gabriel goes to leave and I wave him off before following Ray into the room. The worry began to come back as I notice the change in Ray's behavior. He even called me by my full name, which was no big deal but...different.

"Are you ok?" I ask him following after him as he begins to undress. "I just gotta get her perfume off me and shower."

"Who's perfume?"

"Again with the questions Alonzo just leave me alone for right now, please."

Call me stubborn that only made me want to do the opposite. I jumped onto the counter and watched as he undressed himself. He cut on the shower and hopped in without waiting for the water to heat up. I followed suit, something was clearly wrong with him and I just wanted to be there for him.

After I was out my clothes I jumped into the shower behind him.

He stood under the water and I stood in front of him. He stiffened at first when he noticed my presence but relaxed when I stretched my hands out, placing them on his chest. I moved my hand, feeling every dip and curve, every muscle that protruded from his body. He looked at me, smallest remnants of a smile along his lips, small flickers of lights in his dark brown eyes. I lean forward for a kiss and he meets me half way. It starts off soft at first, ours usually do, but then the longing kicked in. How I longed for his touch and his kisses again, and it was evident he had longed as well. So much passion was present in this kiss as he bit my lip begging me for entrance. I parted my lips and enjoyed the way our tongues danced. His hands fell to below my waist, at the very top of my butt and mines were on his chest, right above his heart feeling his heart beat.

We stopped to gain our breathes, well I did but his lips attacked my neck, small nipping and sucking that sent me into a euphoria of pleasure I felt our members grind against each other and I lowered my free hand, grabbing his and slowly stroking. He inhaled sharply at the teasing speed I was going, slowly thrusting into my hand for it go faster. Moans slip from my mouth as he continues to attack my neck, I'm sure I would be covered in hickies and I was glad he was marking his territory, all over me.

He turned me over and pinned me against the wall, "I missed you." He whispered, grinding his member right against me. Eventually he lined himself up and slowly began to push in. I couldn't prevent the hiss that escaped my lips. His hands gripped my waist as he started to strike in and out. My mouth formed a wide O at the mix of pain and pleasure I was feeling. He wasn't exactly taking his time this time. He continued to stroke in and out, huffing and hissing as he had his way with me.

He pulled out slowly and turned me around. He lifted both hands under my legs before picking me up, I wrapped my leg around his wast as he lined himself up for my entrance once again. This time wasn't so painful when he entered me, I was feeling all pleasure and also thankful for that. my arms wrapped around his neck and my hands became claws, scratching along his back. I was unraveling at the wag he was going, falling farther and farther into pleasure. I couldn't hold my words or moans back, I was a mess. "Ohhhhhhh shit Ray!" He slowed his pace and put me down, turning around to turn off the water. I felt weak in the knees and he could tell, he picked me up before carrying me out to the bed. He threw me down and slid in afterwards. We were still wet from the shower, but who cared? Not me.

I laid on my back as he came before me and slowly spread my legs placing them on his shoulders, I bit my lip and began to stroke myself while waiting anxiously. He entered me slowly and I bit my lip even harder.

"Oh mierda!" I yell, beginning to speak Spanish instead of English. Damn Ray. (Oh fuck!)

He went in in and out and leaned his head back in ecstacy. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing and moans. He sped up his pace and I felt the tingle in my stomach that let me know I was close. "Maldito papi."

(Damn daddy)

I whisper and throw my head back and pulling on my hair. I pulled him down into a heated kiss as he continued to go in and out at a steady pace. The sound it was making turned me on even more. "Que rico" (Delicious) "I don't know what the hell you saying but keep going." He whispered in my war and that pushed me even closer to the edge.

I moaned out as he sped up and I knew he was close to finishing as well. "Damn pa, don't stop!" I moan as he throws his head back and begins to grunt and moan. He constantly hits my prostate and before I know it I'm plunging into the waters of ecstasy, my or gas making me a moaning, screaming mess.

Ray slowly leaned down and gave me a kiss, more of a tired peck, but I returned it nonetheless. "I love you baby." I panted, feeling sleep come over me. He wipes the evidence of my orgasm off my chest with a rag I hadn't even known he went to go get.

He throws the rag in a hamper and gets back into bed.

He wraps me in his arms and kisses the back of my neck. "Love you too." He whispers and I finally give in the battle of staying awake.

The next morning

"Zo!!" I hear yell from the kitchen. I get up to walk to the familiar voice who I'm glad is back. He was laying on the couch staring at my phone puzzled.

Why he got my phone? I know he didn't wake me up for my phone or something stupid.

"Fuck is this yo?" He yells throwing my phone down on the couch. "Fuck he talking bout!" He begins yelling and I get my phone to see what he's talking about. It was opened to some texts Gabriel had sent me. I roll my eyes at the mess he's making a fuss about. "This," I say pointing to my phone, "is Gabriel texting me about you!"

"Nah don't play dumb, I'm talking bout the part where he talking about staying here!" He yells from the other side of the room, now pacing. "You let that white boy sleep here?! Where he sleep at?!" He continues to yell, I rub the sleep from my eyes and yawn at this boring subject.

There was nothing wrong, this was harmless and he was blowing it up, for why I didn't even know. Seemed like he wanted a argument.

"Yes he slept here, and in the bed, we passed out after smoking." I answer with a monotone voice only to hear him shouting some more. His continuous yelling was starting to loss me off so I stood up and walked over to the kitchen, making myself something to drink.

"Did he touch you?!"

"No."

"Did he try something?"

"No"

"Man, whatever yo I'm done." He said throwing his hands up in the air.

"You always acting like a hard ass and over escalating things....shut up it's not that deep." I mutter walking over to the fridge to get some orange juice.

"Yeah and you always sitting around getting everything handed to you, like the spoiled brat you are. He scoffs punches the wall.

His statement caught me off guard, striking me below the belt and hurting like the low blow it was.

"What are you talking about? Do you even know how many record labels and managers and clubs I've called to even TRY and get a show, to get something started, to do what we loved to do? No! You don't cause you always out in streets selling drugs like that hoe Keisha sell ass!"

He chuckles to himself and looks me up and down. "Talk is cheap. You still ain't doing nothing but laying on your back, just like Keisha."

I felt my heart beating like hell, I felt my face heating up like a stove. It seemed like he was intentionally trying to hurt me, trying to push me away. I was tired, tired of being looked down on cause of my background and tired of feeling like I'm just that rich kid that never had to do anything to earn his money. I just let it all out.

" "Ok! I get it, I've got it easy, I never had to work for anything in my life, but does that mean I don't want to?! How dare you try to put this all on me!? You're scared, you try so hard to put on your tough guy mask, your I don't care mask but I see right through it, and that scares you, doesn't it? Well you can yell, tell me how you don't feel anything but I know the truth, and I'm not gonna stop fighting-"

"I slept with her, that hoe Keisha," he chuckles before continuing, "And I enjoyed it."

Broken wasn't a word good enough to describe my heart. I was shattered, broken into millions of pieces. Honestly, I wanted to ball up and break down in a corner, but in a split second I decided another option, I decided not to be weak for once I guess.

And so I laughed, I laughed at what he had to say, I laughed to stop from crying, and it felt good to be doing anything other than feeling sorry for myself.

"Well I hope it was worth it, I hope you're happy with what you've done, making sure I'm never happy again, tainting my happiness, insuring I never trust again, layering my heart in thick coldness. If that was your plan, you've succeeded."

I wipe the single tear that falls from my eye and head for the door.

"The funny thing about the whole thing is, I'll never, ever love anyone as much as I love you."

And with that I opened the door.

The world works in mysterious ways, things happen, things change in the blink of an eye. Hell, 5 seconds could be the most life changing. Anything could happen in such that little period of time nowadays. A whole life could flash between your life.

Five.

I felt nothing at first, it was painless. The room fell silent, only thing to be heard is the piercing boom of a gun going off. Wait is that?-

Four.

The pain comes almost instantly after wards, it pierces your skin so quick, so flawlessly, and leaves chaos in Its wake. I look down to see the spilling of a red liquid. Blood.

Three.

There was no stopping it, the thick liquid flowed like waterfalls, not letting the placement of my hand stop it's flow. Hand over my lower stomach I looked back at Ray, almost instinctively. He would be the last face I seen. I think I was OK with that.

Two.

I seen us, me and Ray, in the studio, at the beach, all the times we spent together. This must've been my life flashing before my eyes. I saw Char, and my brother, I saw it all, the good and the bad.

One.

I seem as Ray ran towards me, catching me as I fell back. What a life, I thought. I looked up and smiled, I would die smiling.

In five seconds I felt my life slip away from me...

Goodbye my first and last love...

This chapter....oooh chile.😂

I hope you all enjoyed 😶. I'm sorry I had to do it 😭😭.

I just wanna say I took French 1 and 2, so don't clock me for that Spanish.

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