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"She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'. So, if her husband is a gangsta, can't be mad I'll love him." - Nas

PRESLEY

I'm sitting across from my dad in a fancy resturant. He asked if he could come and pick me up from Ant's house to talk to me and I agreed. He also invited my foster grandmother Mary. This is too much for me. I feel like I'm about to pass out and my anxiety is horrible right now.

"So, you're his biological daddy, huh?" she asks him, breaking the silence between all of us. "Yeah. Javonte Mitchell." he introduces himself to her, extending his hand for her  to shake. She rolls her eyes, choosing not to shake his hand.

"Well, damn, rude ass old lady!" he snaps at her. My mouth drops. I usually don't agree with someone disrespecting their elders but I can't lie like that wasn't funny to me. They're just sitting here glaring at each other.

"What the hell do you want from me?" she asks him. "For you to let me get custody of Presley. I'm his father and his momma love him dearly. He won't want or need for shit for the rest of his life." he answers, getting straight to the point. She raises her eyebrow. "Hell naw. I get a check every single month for this boy. That's how I pay my bills. He can visit once a month and that's all." she says. It's really hurtful to know the only reason someone wants you is because they get money every month for adopting you.

I look down, trying not to cry. My relationship with him is quite rocky but I still want to give him a chance regardless of how different he is. I've also developed a relationship with Ant. He's bat shit crazy but I can tell he cares about me. I've bonded with a few of my siblings so far and I also love my mom so much. I don't want things to be once a month. "Grandma, why just once a month? That isn't fair." I mumble, wiping my eyes.

"Boy shut the fuck up and do as I say. I said once a month and that's that. Keep fucking with me and it'll be one hour a month, Presley. Now stop being a whiny punk with the crying and stop questioning gotdamn authority. You are in trouble when you get home. You will  not spend the night with those people so you are  leaving with me!" she snaps on me, banging on the table. "What the fuck?  You a fuckin' gorilla? Quit banging on the table ol banana head ass hoe." my dad says with an attitudem

I take a deep breath, trying not to say the things I want to say to her. I'm always so quiet about the way I feel and that's the reason I'm always getting run over by people. Living with Ant and my mom has made my attitude ten times worse and I'm trying to get rid of my sudden urge I have to curse her out. "Shut the hell up!" she snaps on him.

"Mane, look you old fart. I tried to be respectful but you got life fucked up right now. I asked you nicely but I see now I gotta give it to you raw. Look, bitch. It ain't my fault yo broke, bitter ass ain't got shit in life. The fuck? Do you know what you sound like? Hoe, you live off getting checks for my son and don't get him shit with the damn money. Hell, my baby momma used to drop money in the mailbox and I heard he ain't ever seen a penny of that shit. So fuck that nice shit. You've used him for the last mothafuckin' time and that shit stops now. I'm his daddy and I ain't goin' nowhere. You either gone do this shit my way and let him choose how he want things or you just gone have to die. Plain and simple." he goes off. For some reason I feel warm inside. The look in his eyes and his tone of voice makes me feel like he cares about me. I've never felt that before really other than from my mom.

"Did you just threaten me?" she asks. "You ain't dumb, old bitch. You damn right I threatened you. I hope you slip and break yo old ass hip tonight. Go die. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You ain't keeping my son from me. I'll fuck yo shit up." he snaps. I know I just met him recently but he's so serious and I haven't seen him this way until now.

Before she can say anything, my mom quickly walks to our table. "Sorry I'm late. Hey Presley, baby. Hi, I'm his mom Jessica." my mom introduces herself. She's clearly unaware of the drama that's unfolding right now.

Grandma rolls her eyes. "What's going on? What's wrong with you?" she asks my dad. "This old fart had the nerve to say I can't have custody cause that monthly check is how she pay her bills. Jessica she only want him for a check. And then she gone say some damn we can only see him once a month." he explains. I watch in fear as her whole demeanor changes. She looks so cold hearted all of a sudden.

"Presley, let's go." my grandmother demands. I slowly stand, lightly crying. "Boy sit the fuck down, now! You ain't going nowhere!" my mom raises her voice. I immediately sit back down. Her bad side is not where I want to be.

"Bitch I take care of him. You just came in the picture. Now, Presley get up. Boy, I'm gon' put my foot so far up your ass when we get home." my grandma growls at me. "I don't want to go." I mumble. She grabs me by my hair then snatches my head back. "You don't tell me what you don't want to do! Now let's go!" she yells, swinging at my face.

My mom jumps across the table, beating the crap out of my grandma. "Bitch! I know like hell you didn't just put your hands on him like that!" my mom screams, jerking away from the security guard as he escorts her out of  here. My grandma is on the floor groaning in pain. Her wig is lying next to her. "That's why your dirty ass wig came off. Cheap ass skunk hair you had in yo damn head. Presley let's go. We can  deal with the old fart when she get some sense." my dad says.

I stand up then follow him out. I care about my grandma just a little but I don't love her. Ever since she adopted me, my already unhappy life only got worse. I can tell she doesn't and never has loved me. I feel like a pest to her or like a mill ticket so I honestly could care less about what just happened to her. She deserved it after all the times she beat me senseless.

"Yo momma crazy as hell." my dad says, laughing while he drives. "Your car smells like weed. I'm about to have a headache." I say. "I haven't even smoked. I decided to come to you sober." he says. "Well I appreciate all of your efforts." I admit.

He smiles. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask. He hasn't talked about a woman other than my mom since I met him. "No. That love stuff not for me. I've been disappointed and let down so much to where falling in love or getting my feelings involved in anything is not what I'm into. I fuck these bitches and I'm good." he answers.

"I wasn't trying to be nosey but I noticed you have my mom's name tattooed really big on your chest. Did you guys date? Are you in love with her?" I ask. I watch as his facial expression changes. "Yes, I'm in love with her. Always have been and always will be to be real with you. We never officially dated but I met her around the same time Ant did but didn't know they knew each other. I was feeling her but then Ant had too much pride to say he liked her but he spazzed out when he found out I was dealing with her. But she got pregnant with Noble and Majesty and I was there throughout that pregnancy. We messed around a lil bit and she was in love with me... the only thing holding us back is Ant being my brother." he says.

"Wait... so you're in love with your brother's ex wife?" I ask. "Yeah and it is what it is. She always been in love with me and she can say what she wanna say. She can't even look me in my eyes and say she doesn't have feelings for me anymore cause it ain't true." he explains. I shake my head. These people are crazy. I'd never fall in love and tattoo my brother's woman's name on my chest. That's so extra but I heard love will make you do some crazy things.

I unbuckle my seat belt as he pulls into his driveway. We get out of the car. My mom gets out of her car then follows us into the house. Sean is sitting on the couch with my grandfather Antonio. I haven't really properly met him but he was over Ant's house and everything.

"Hey pretzel." Sean says, laughing while he colors in a SpongeBob coloring book. I don't even get mad when he calls me pretzel anymore. For one he's nine years old and since I've been around him, I've realized he gives people he likes crazy nicknames. He calls Drew possum and calls my dad a mongoose. "Hi Sean." I mumble.

"Jessica!" he exclaims, hugging her tight. She smiles. "Hey boo bear." she says. "I missed you. How come my brother didn't bring me to your house?" he asks. "I don't know. Hey Big Ant. Wassup goon?" she jokingly asks, laughing while she hugs my granddaddy. He laughs. "Ain't shit. What's good mane?" he asks, smiling wide. He looks so happy to see her.

I don't know why I get the feeling he looks at her as something more than his daughter in law. The look in his eyes is way more than friendly. It's like he loves her in a different way. His expressions and body language says it all but that's none of my business. I look away, trying not to over think this when it's not even my business.

"I see you been in the gym OG. Look at them muscles." she says, laughing while she pokes his buff arms. He is buff and looks young. I want to ask his age. "Gotta keep it lookin' good on these hoes." He says, laughing. "But girl what the hell you do to my boy? Ant called me talkin' about how his heartbroken and he feel sick." he says. Jessica shakes her head. "I'll tell you later. It's not kid friendly." she answers. He nods his head.

"Aight pops this is my son Presley." my dad says, pointing at me. "And that's yo granddaddy Antonio." he adds, pointing. "Damn boy you look like yo daddy when he was yo age." my granddad says, giving me a side hug. "Nice to meet you." he adds. I smile a little. "Jessica the momma." my dad adds.

My grandfather's eyes widen. "How? How old are you?" he asks. "He's fifteen and another woman carried him... she had my egg in her and Vonte tricked me into it and was their sperm donor and poof we have a baby now." my mom explains. "You that damn in love Vonte?" he asks, shaking his head.

"Anyways, Jessica come outside and tell me what happened real quick." my granddaddy says. She nods her head then follows him.

"So what you wanna do? Wanna live with me or with Jessica or you wanna stay with the old fart? I don't wanna force you into nothing. Give me an honest answer." my dad says. "I want to stay with you guys but I still want to visit her sometimes." I admit. My heart is too big. She has done me wrong and I still want to see her sometimes. I hate how nice I am sometimes.

"Alright. By the looks of things we gone have to go to court cause she tripping." he tells me, pulling a blunt out of his pocket. I watch as he lights it then inhales smoke. "What if they make me stay with her?" I ask. He hits the blunt again. "Naw son. They won't do that because I'll pay the judge off. No big deal." he says, laughing at nothing. He's officially high and is about to be a whole other person.

"If she got piercings in her nipples I'll suck that shit. And if her pussy wet like Jessica's I'll nut in that bitch. I'll fuck Jessica so good she'll wanna be my wife. I ate her pussy so good so now she love me for life. She got pregnant by my brother, yeah that fucked me up. But I still don't give a damn cause now we got us a son." he raps, laughing while he humps on the wall. I look at him crazy then walk out. I feel weird now.

When he's high, he's ridiculous. I felt like everything was in slow motion when I smoked with him but he gets hyper when he's high. I walk up the stairs then peek in Drew's room. He isn't in here. I look around then push the door open. I know I shouldn't be snooping around in here but I can't help it.

He has a few picture frames with pictures of him and Sean in them. He has a large, framed  photo of a woman on the wall. She's very pretty and she looks a little like Sean. I glance at his desk. He has a stack of obituaries next to his MacBookAir. My mouth drops. It's at least one hundred obituaries in here. Dang, he's been to a lot of funerals which means he's lost a lot of loved ones. Maybe, that's why he's so mean. He might be dealing with pain beyond belief.

I notice one obituary. It's the lady's that's on his wall. I frown as I read the section that her siblings wrote about her.  That was his sister and she's dead. No wonder he has a large picture of her on the wall. I put it back where I got it from then walk over to his drawers. I open one of them then start moving things around. It's nothing in here but condoms and underwear.

I walk to the closet then start moving everything around. He has a lot of nice clothes and shoes. I notice a black bag. I open it up. My mouth drops. He has four bricks of cocaine in here. I only know what it is because I've watched Cocaine Cowboys. He also has a few big bags of pills in here. I'm guessing he's a drug dealer. I wonder if my dad knows he's doing this under his roof. Should I tell him Drew does illegal things?

I grab the bag then drag it out and into my room. I quickly take everything out of the bag then hide it under my bed. I plan on flushing it down the toilet when everyone goes to sleep. Drew deserves this. He's always mean and rude to me. Maybe, I should call the police. I laugh a little. I'd never tell the police about him for real but I might threaten to do that to him. If I do that, he might be nice to me.

I throw the empty bag in my closet then walk back in his room. I look under his bed. It's a few shoe boxes under there. I pull one from under the bed. It has Sean Savings written on it and the box looks really old. I open it up. My eyes widen a little. This is the most money I've ever seen. It's a lot of money neatly stacked in here. I open up the other box. It's the same thing in each of these boxes. Maybe, he's a drug dealer to pay for Sean to go to college one day I guess.

I put his money back under the bed. I wonder if he's like the guys in gangster movies who keeps a gun under their pillow. I move his pillows out of the way then laugh a little. I was right. It's a gun I've never seen before. I pick it up. Dang, I didn't expect a gun to be so heavy.

I playfully aim point it at his body mirror then laugh. I don't even look tough. I look like a bitch holding this gun but I feel so powerful for some reason. I bet if I get a gun I won't ever have to worry about getting picked on again. I feel a crazy adrenaline rush right now and I really don't know why.

I walk back to the bed then sit on the floor with the gun on my lap. I notice a thick black book with gold pages. I grab it then open it. I'm guessing it's his journal. It has dates on here from a lot of years ago. It's a lot of poetry.  I flip to the middle of it. It's the most recent thing he wrote. The title is REIGN DOWN

"Nigga, what the fuck you fucking doing?" I hear Drew yell at me. I drop the book. I look back at him. Reign is standing behind him looking afraid. "What the fuck? You stupid ass hoe ass nigga! Why the fuck you all up in my room snooping?" he yells, storming over to me.

I quickly point his gun at him. "Presley, stop!" Reign screams, rushing over here. Drew moves her out the way then glares at me with more hatred and anger I've ever seen in my life. I feel my heart beating so fast. "You think I'm scared of that fuckin' gun? Cock that hoe, Presley." he says, laughing at me. I look away. I have no idea how to do that.

He kicks me in my chin, making my head fly back. He runs over to me then starts beating the shit out of my while I ball up. "Get off of him!" Reign yells at him, trying to pull him off of me. "Drew, get up off of my little brother, damn!" she yells at him, punching him in his back. I'm balled up trying to block my face the best I can but I can't.

He gets off of me. "The fuck yo bitch ass doing bruh?" he yells, grabbing his gun off the floor. I watch in fear as he takes the clip out of it. He shoves it in his pocket then throws his gun on the bed. "You can't talk? You know what, Reign, get yo lil brother before I beat his stupid ass again!" he snaps, breathing heavily.

Usually, I'd cry but I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of people running over me. I stand up then swing as hard as I can at his face, making him stumble back a little. "Fuck you punk!" I yell at him, feeling more anger than I've ever felt. I'm tired of just taking people's shit without a fight.

I start swinging on him while he fights me back. He slams me into the wall, punching me really hard in my ribs. I feel like I'm about to pass out but I'm not giving up. I uppercut him in his chin, knocking him back a little. I continue to swing on him while he swings at me. He grabs my neck then slams me to the ground really hard.

I block my face while he swings hard over and over again. "Ayy, get up off him, nigga!" I hear Ant yell, pulling him off of me. When did he even get over here?

He helps me up. "You aight? Damn, your shir bruised up." he says. I snatch away then storm out of the room. I walk out of the front door. I just want to get out of here. I'm walking as fast as I can while I call my grandma. "Hello?" she dryly answers. "I'm sorry for the things that happened. I don't want to be around them anymore. May you please come pick me up?" I ask, trying to hide my crying. I feel like I cause too many problems in their life so I'm gonna leave.

"No. That's where you wanna be so be there." she snaps, then hangs up in my face. "Presley I smoke weed my nigga I don't have the energy to be chasing you up no street while I'm high." Ant says, sounding out of breath while he follows me.

I stop walking. "I don't want to stay anymore." I mumble. "Look, Vonte, Jessica, Sean, and my dad at the store right now. You can't just leave without telling them nothing. What the hell you and Drew got going on?" he asks. "I was snooping in his room. I don't know why but I was. He's a drug dealer. He caught me and decided to fight me." I explain.

"Why the fuck you in that nigga business for? You deserved to get yo ass beat. I would've done the same thing. Presley mind yo business. Don't go snooping in folks room then cry when they get on yo ass. Quit doing stupid stuff." he fusses at me.

I look down. "He didn't have to beat me up. I tried to fight back but he still won. That wasn't even necessary." I mumble. "You know what, toughen up dude. You gone have to toughen up. What in your right mind made you think he wouldn't be mad? You never should've been in his business but don't you ever go run your mouth about him drug dealing or whatever the hell he do. Nothing good comes from snitching. Always remember that." he warns me.

"I still don't want to go back." I say. "Aight. Leave then. If that's what you wanna do, leave. Be a coward. Go right ahead and run." he says. "Are you trying to use reverse psychology on me?" I ask him. "Presley, do what you want. Just know you a fucking coward if you leave cause you got your ass beat when you were in the wrong." he says.

I sigh. "Bye." I say, continuing to walk up the street. "I ain't finna be the one to explain you leaving to yo momma but I ain't about to chase and beg you to stay neither. I understand you a coward and all but at least have the balls to look yo momma in the eyes and tell her bye and give her an explanation or something." he says, walking away from me.

I stand next to the stop sign then sigh. I want to leave but I don't know where I'll go and I don't want to hurt my mom. One thing I'm sure I want to do is hurt Drew. Even before now he's been mean to me for no reason. I pull my phone out of my pocket then dial 911. "911, what's your emergency?" the dispatcher asks me. "I'd like to report a drug dealer, ma'am." I answer. Fuck Drew and fuck his freedom.

REIGN

"You didn't have to beat him up!" I yell at Drew. "Man look, he didn't have no business in here. I tried to respect him cause that's what your momma want but you see where that got me." he says, taking his shirt off. I feel myself becoming aroused while I stare at his tattooed body. "Damn." I mumble.

He looks at me funny then smirks. He lays me on his bed. "You like what you looking at thirst bucket?" he jokingly asks. I laugh then push him away from me.

"Drew be honest. Why do you pretend to not like me? You kissed me infront of my dad." I say. "A kiss don't matter. I was showing my appreciation for you holding me down in the interrogation room. I don't like you but I do like you as a friend. You cool people." he tells me.

I roll my eyes. "Why are you such a liar?" I ask. "I'm not lying. Reign, I have a girlfriend and I don't look at you that way." he says. "I bet your lil girlfriend's daddy wouldn't have been able to get you out of the trouble you were in by paying people off like mine did and I bet she wouldn't sit there and not fold and snitch on your ass but that's none of my business." I say. The look on his face is priceless.

"Actually, she would've." he says. I chuckle. "Yeah right. Even if she do keep it real, I'll always keep it realer." I say. He starts laughing. "Stop with the act dude. Mane wanna be like her ride or die ass momma so bad." he says. I roll my eyes then hit him with his pillow. "Shut the hell up." I say.

"You hear that? Sounds like sirens." he says. "I do hear that too." I say, walking to the window. I look out, confused as about six police cars pull up to the house. "What the fuck?" Drew mumbles, rushing to the closet. "Ay Reign, come here." he demands. I follow him into the closet. "Imma keep it real with you. I sell drugs big time and shit. Imma need you to start flushing for me. Fuck bruh this shit finna make me take a major loss!" he snaps, then punches the wall.

I watch as he frantically searches the closet. "What the fuck? My fuckin' drugs missing!" he yells. "Where else could it be?" I ask. "I don't fucking know, dumb ass!" he yells. "Okay the police are outside ready and willing to take you to jail and I'm standing here looking for drugs willing to start flushing and everything so the least your dumb ass could do is be nice to me!" I yell.

He sucks his teeth then storms out of the room. I follow him into Presley's room. My dad walks in. "What the fuck the police outside for?" he asks, holding two stacks of one hundred dollar bills. "Man, I got some bricks mane somebody had to snitch on me. What the fuck? Them hoes was just in my closet." he says.

My dad raises his eyebrow like he didn't know Drew is a drug dealer. Even I didn't know he does that. "Damn Drew. Look everywhere. Check Presley room thoroughly. I doubt these mothafuckas got a search warrant but then again I don't know. Imma pay em off if they down for it." he says, then walks out.

I get on my knees then look under the bed. "Found it!" I exclaim, pulling a brick of cocaine from under Presley's bed. What the fuck is going on? I feel the drama coming for sure. I know Presley didn't do what I think he did. I just know he didn't do it.

ANT

"Aight. Have a nice night." I say to the officers. These mothafuckas just got me out of 500K. I paid them all off now they leaving. Drew means something to my daughter and I don't want to see her hurting if he go to jail so I went ahead and paid. One of the officers told me they were definitely here and had a search warrant and some more shit. Anybody with sense can tell Presley snitched his ass off.

I walk back in Vonte's house then up the stairs. My eyes widen. Reign is sitting on Drew's lap tongue kissing him. I slowly take my belt off then swing at her. "Get yo mothafuckin' fast ass up!" I yell, swinging the belt at both of them.

"Daddy stop!" Reign cries while I whoop her. "Go downstairs! I'm taking you home! Nigga, you think my daughter a sex toy? Think she just a lil hoe you can run through? I know yo game, Drew! You fuck with her feelings on purpose cause I used to do that same dumb ass shit! You don't even want her for real and you know damn well you trying to ease yo way into her drawls! Stay the fuck away from her!" I yell at him while she rushes out the room.

He starts laughing. "Look... I don't give a fuck what you say. You right, I don't want Reign. I just do shit for the hell of it. Now what?" he asks. "Stay away from my daughter. You not finna keep this childish game of yours up." I say. "Mane, Ant, whatever." he says, laughing as if he isn't taking me serious.

I nod my head. "You want yo freedom? Stay away if you do. Remember, money make the world go around. Just like I paid the officers off to keep you outta jail I could easily pay to get you locked up. Try me." I threaten him. Hell naw I'm not on no snitching shit for real. I'm just trying to get my point across.

He smirks. "Do it. Go ahead and be a rat. Nigga, I mean it when I say I fear nobody but God. Do what you gotta do. Imma fuck with her til I feel like stopping and me not liking yo daughter ain't got shit to do with you." he says.

I shake my head, frustrated as hell. Even though I think Drew a real nigga and I like what he stands for, I still don't want Reign with him. I'm serious as fuck when it comes to me not wanting my daughters with thugs. I want better for them and always will.

"You heard what the fuck I said." I say as I walk out. I walk down the stairs then glare at Reign. "Don't be mad at him. I kissed him even though I shouldn't have. I know he doesn't like me so I don't know why I keep doing things like that to get him to look at me differently." Reign says in one breath.

I motion for her to follow me out the house. I close the door then lock it with my key to Vonte's house. Reign and I get in the car in silence.

"So you feel like you gotta throw yourself at him and represent yourself in a fast ass hoe type way to get the nigga to like you? Well, newsflash. That shit won't make him like you. It ain't gone make him wanna do shit but fuck you. I don't exactly approve of him for a boyfriend but hell let a nigga do the chasing. And if he don't like you, it's plenty of other niggas out here that you can explore when I'm ready for you to date." I say. "Yeah, but they aren't him, daddy." she mumbles, staring out the window.

I sigh. "What you like so much about him?" I ask. "Everything. Out of all the other guys I've ever talked to, he's the only one who isn't afraid of you, my brothers, or anybody for that matter and I like that. He's fine too but it's more than that. I just love everything about the way he is." she explains. I nod my head. I can't believe this shit. I never imagined this day coming.

"So you really want a gangsta huh? You know he a blood? Piru to be exact?" I ask. "Yeah I know. And it's not even that. Daddy you're a thug and I grew up watching you do your thing. I don't have anything against regular guys but this is just who I'm attracted to." she says. I sigh. I'll try to accept her fucking with thug ass niggas the best way I know how.

"Why you chasing him if he don't want you?" I ask. "Every time I tell myself I'm going to leave it alone I can't. I know we can be something great. Daddy I can't believe I just opened up to you like this." she says. I laugh a little. "Understand you can always talk to me no matter how my reaction may be. For real." I tell her.

She looks sad all of a sudden. "What would you say if I told you I'm not a virgin no more?" she asks. I swallow hard. "I'd take you to the doctor to make sure you STD free, I'd ask when the fuck it happened and with who, and I'd be mad and disappointed that you gave yourself to one of these stupid ass niggas." I answer.

"What if someone forced me to have sex?" she asks. I chuckle. "Spare me the details." I say. "I didn't wanna tell but I'm scared and I need someone to cry on. Daddy I know this may hurt you but the day Jah hit me he forced me to have sex with him. He had a gun and he had punched me and everything." she admits.

I swear I just felt anger wash over my whole body. "It lasted like two minutes. I didn't even want to. He was acting crazy and scared me and threatened me and stuff. Now I feel so disappointed in myself and sick and stupid all together for even disobeying you. You warned me and I didn't listen now I'm trying to live day to day nonchalant like nothing ever happened when the whole thing is eating me up inside. Daddy, I'd rather consider myself a virgin still." she says, crying hard.

I silently pull into my driveway then park. "Daddy I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me. It wasn't supposed to happen daddy I swear I'm not lying. I shouldn't have been there in the first place but I felt forced and I cracked under pressure and allowed him to do that to me." she cries.

I glance out the window, trying to stay tough. No real father wants to sit and watch their daughter cry her heart out and tell you she basically got raped by a nigga you constantly warned her about. Hell naw she had no business over there but she didn't deserve to get raped.

I wrap my arms around her, letting her cry on my chest. "Get that shit out, baby girl. Daddy got yo back regardless." I say. "I'm so sorry." she chokes out. "Not as sorry as he'll be." I say, rubbing her back. Drew had to know about it already. No wonder he suddenly wanted to be around her. He feels sorry for her and that's it. This some shit.

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