Holland in the media.

Used to play a lotta games with no conscious
Couple different lovers at once with no problem
Loved the way it felt to have everyone wanting me
Now I'm sitting here tryin to be strong but I'm hurting

JAYLEN

DJ hasn't answered nobody's phone calls in three days. I just pulled up to his house. I raise my eyebrow. All of the cars here. Something don't feel right.

I pull my gun out. Eric looks at me. "Something isn't right." he says, opening up the passenger door. I open my door then walk to the front door. "It's already open. The hell?" I ask, pushing it in.  I look around. It's holes and blood all over the walls, glass all over the floors, couches flipped, pictures knocked off the walls, tables broken, the refrigerator door is gone, it's empty beer and alcohol bottles everywhere, finished blunts all over the place, and the air smells like some loud ass weed.

Eric looks at me. Baby cries fill the house. Eric looks at me. Both of us tke off running up the stairs, then open up Juanye's nursery. He in his crib crying his head off with a shitty diaper on. I pick him up then lay him across my lap. "Hell naw... he need a bath. Eric, go wash him for me." I say, handing Juanye' to him. He scrunches his nose up from the smell of shit then heads to the bathroom.

I walk up the hall to DJ's room. I look around.  "DJ, nigga, where you at?" I ask. Loud crying catches my attention.  I run out the room then down the stairs to the game room. Ronnie standing over DJ's body crying his heart out. "Oh shit, Ronnie, what the fuck happened?" I yell, feeling my eyes water up. He laying motionless and unconcious with foam coming out his mouth. "He took a lot of medicine and he won't wake up, uncle Jaylen, why won't he wake up?" he screams, crying and punching my back.

I pick DJ up, crying on his face. His body is cold. "Eric!" I scream.  He runs down here then tears up. "Call the ambulance, man." I say, crying on DJ. He pulls his phone out and calls them, telling them the address.

We in the waiting room with everybody.  Everybody in here crying. He was dead when the ambulance got there but they still trying to shock his heart. 

Mia runs in.  "Where is he?" she asks, crying. Some bitch stands up then punches Mia dead in her jaw. My dad grabs her. "You bitch! You the reason he did this shit! He lost his fucking mind because of you!" the lady screams, trying to get out my dad's arms. "He told me your hoe ass left him!" she adds. Mia slides down the wall, crying in her hands.

"This shit all my fault." Mia mumbles, punching the floor. I sigh. The doctor walks out. "Where is the spouse?" she asks us.  "He isn't married. I'm his mom and this is his dad though." mom says. The doctor gives us all a sad look. "Can you two please follow me. I need to speak with you two about what went wrong. I'm so sorry." she says. It feels like the room is spinning.  Why my brother?

ZAYA

"Was Mr. Crippen ever suicidal?" the doctor asks. I shake my head no. What made DJ do this bullshit?  "He never expressed how he felt. Why?" Prod asks, blinking out a couple of tears. "This was most definitely a suicide attempt. We were able to shock his heart but it took a while. He could possible slip into a coma but as of now, he's awake. A large amount of Oxycodone, Percocet, and alcohol was found in his blood stream. It was most definitely an overdose. We recommend therapy." she tells us.

I shake my head in disbelief. DJ is always the rock. He's usually the one trying to lift everybody else up. I never saw this coming.

"Can we see him?" Prod asks. She nods her head then leads us to his room. We walk in.  He's laying there pale and looking pissed off, staring out the window.  I walk over and grab his cold hand. He snatches it away. "Don't touch me... leave me alone. I don't wanna be bothered." he dryly says.  "Man, why you do this dumb shit, DJ?" Prod asks.  "Leave me alone, okay? I don't wanna see nobody!" he yells at us. His heart machine starts beeping fast.

"DJ, calm down." I say, wrapping my arms around him. He loosens up a little. "DJ, why you do this?" I ask, crying in his shoulder. "This shit so hard, ma." he says. "What's hard, DJ? Why didn't you just talk about it?" I ask. "She left me... she left me for that nigga she cheated on me with. And she didn't come get the kids or nothin' ma... she didn't pick up the phone. I saw her moving in the nigga house, ma. What the fuck, man? She just left the kids too... she didn't give a fuck." he says, sobbing.

Prod comes and rubs his back. "Zaya, give me a second with him. We need to have a man to man right quick." he tells me. I nod my head then kiss DJ's cheek then walk out.

I walk back to the waiting room. Everybody instantly start asking me what's going on. I look at Mia. She looks down with a guilty look on her face. I walk over to her. "He's getting custody of Summer and Juanye' and you have exactly one day to get the rest of your shit out of his house." I whisper in her ear, then walk out the hospital.

I don't care if they call me bossy. I'm sick of these hoes my sons fuck with. They do the most spiteful shit. I walk to Prod's car then sit in it. I light his blunt he already rolled. I need to smoke after that shit.

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