It was because of her that I found myself. My passion. My purpose. Even with her baggage she gave me a reason. Her and her child brought life to me. She saw through my scars, then my pain, and she helped me find the little boy who just needed a chan...
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February 25
"Road Trip!" Duece yelled coming back into the house
"Road trip." Major copied with his hands up.
"Does everybody have everything?" I asked while going around the house cutting lights off.
This isn't even my house and yet I'm the only one to think to cut the lights off before going on vacation.
"Yeah." I heard people yell back.
"No you don't. Duece your whole bag is in the kitchen." I yelled back slightly frustrated.
I mean I get it. Majority of the time, I'm right, but don't just say shit to appease me. Well not now.
"My bad." Duece said holding his hands up as if he's surrendering.
"Put everything in the car." I said going in the fridge 'borrowing' a few more drinks.
After everyone else walk out the house, I grabbed my bags and turned the alarm system on. We decided to rent a rent a Suburban that way we could all pile in the car. It'd be cheaper and quicker.
Spade was the designated driver. Beside him in the passenger seat, there would be King. In the third row, there was going to be Major and Duece. But on the way back, Maj would have to sit with them. On the third row, there were only 2 seats, so Scar and I would sit in the third row.
Maj wanted to come but she doesn't get off until four. If we left at four, we'd get there at 8 at night and had wasted a whole day. But I was able to find a flight to the beach and it was only a hour and a half long and $56 dollars for her seat. So she's gonna fly there and ride back with us.
When I walked to the car. Duece and Scar were standing there waiting on me I guess.
"Hurry up."
"I'm coming." I said as I climbed into my seat.
Scar crawled in beside me and I immediately laughed. His 6'2 frame made him look like a giant. His back rubbed against the roof of the car. When Duece let the seat up and sat down. His entire calf was pressed up against the seat. And his feet were bunched up because they were too big and the seat was too close to him in order for them to door under the seat.
"Gang, pull your seat up." Scar whined when he realized Spade had pulled off and Duece hasn't made any plans to scoot the seat up.
"I can't my knees are going to touch the sweat."
"Nigga, they're gonna have to cause I sure as hell can't fit back here." Scar stressed, glaring at be when I tried not to laugh.
"Naw, I can't be bent up like that for the whole ride." Duece complained.
I look towards the front and immediately realized the problem.
