Life After Death

Alexis

“Abuelo, where are you?” I spoke into the phone.

“Home Princesa” he replied. I missed him so much. Why he left before I woke up? That I can’t tell you.

“Why did you leave so soon papa”  I asked choking up. I know he could tell I’m crying and he won’t be happy about it.

“I’ll be back before you know it, dry up those tears princesa. You know how I feel about tears. My babies are too precious for tears..” he said. I could hear the sadness in his voice, but it was also very stern. I didn’t understand why he was sad though. He’s the one that left me. I could hear my grandmother in the back saying hello and that she loves me. I thought this phone call would have gave me answers, but it only made me feel overwhelmed. It was a bit too much, something I felt I couldn’t handle it.

“Te amo Papa, tell Mama also” I said lowly but quickly.

“We both love you too” he responded sounding somewhat disappointed that I wanted to end the conversation so soon. I got up off the couch handing the phone back over to Justin and went back into the room to lay down. Maybe daddy will visit me tonight.

Justin

“I don’t know what the fuck to do I’m tired now.” I told my grandfather.

“Watch your mouth boy, and hang in there. Take care baby, we love you.” My nana spoke. I guess my grandfather gave the phone to her.

“Sorry, love you both too.” I said ignoring the second part. With that I hung up the phone. I dialed Ariel’s number for the fourth time today but unlike before it went straight to voice-mail. Trying again I got the same thing:

“Hey you’ve reached Ariel, I’ll get back to you when I feel like it. Bye.” So I gave up. I walked back in my room to find Alexis laying under the cover with her face turned to the left. I did nothing but lent over to kiss her forehead.

“Just us tonight Lexi” I mumbled before getting under the covers and closing my heavy eyes.

*****

I heard the doctor’s voice in my head from the night my mom decided to get Alexis checked out by the psychiatrist. The night we thought she was gonna be diagnosed with a manic-depressive disorder.

“So we prescribed these pills for Alexis to help her anxiety. The fact that she deals with things differently from you guys, after awhile she can’t hold it anymore which is the cause for her outburst or sudden change of mood. Sometimes things might even trigger them off.”

“I am also sending her to a therapist which I know is good for dealing with people like Alexis. I just want you guys to know her attendance is important, if you want improvement. For the first couple of months she has to attend 5 days a week, I will be giving you the number so you all can choose the days that suites her schedule best. As soon as we see progress the visits will be reduced, but time may be increased. Please make sure she attends these sessions and that her medication is taken.” The doctor explained. “Is she bi-polar?” Ariel asked.

“Well Alexis has symptoms of Post traumatic stress. Her condition isn’t as bad as others, and I wouldn’t fully diagnose her with it. I can see her getting there if she isn’t taken care of though.” The look on my mothers face told me that she’s heard enough for the night. I knew then that I had to be strong for everyone. My mom is not the one to show she’s hurt but I knew with my dad not being here to help her out, she can’t control her demeanor. The look on Alexis’ face told me she didn’t have a clue of what was going on, nor did it look like she cared. Ariel looked annoyed and upset.  Me… I didn’t know what to do or think, so I just stayed quiet.

My eyes quickly opened when the most obvious shit came to mind. Alexis hasn’t been taking those fucking pills! The question is how long though?

Ariel

After going home and taking a quick shower and packing my stuff, Crystal and I made our way to her mothers house which didn’t take that long as I expected, since it was only a 35 min drive. I was actually nervous which was weird because Mama J loved me and the thing is I haven’t seen her in a while. By now I was getting my stuff out the car. Meanwhile, Crystal made her way up the entrance to ring the doorbell. When I got up there I gave her one of my bags, and impatiently waited for someone to answer.

“Chill out.” Crystal said probably catching on with my attitude, but before I could respond the door swung open to reveal the reason I will be going home tonight.

“Wass good?” He asked, grinning.

Fuck My Life.

Junior

“Hi Uncle Junior.” Her little voice spoke into the phone.

“Wassup Jade, where yo daddy at?” I asked.

“He buying my new new pink! carrr.” Trying to make me jealous, she emphasized on pink.

“Ooh word another one, you gon’ make me drive it?” I asked.

“You tew big, you gon’ break it,” she giggled.

“Aight tell yo pops to call me back.” I told her before she hung up.

      I didn’t get to finish handling my shit out here in Cali. For the most part I just been chilling and plotting. I met a couple new niggas out here, some that proved their loyalty to me while others I knew not to fuck with. I also linked up with some of my old niggas. Its crazy though because one of them is now the closest to me out here in Cali. He was the one I promised myself I was gonna find and kill. He aint do shit to me personally but he did enough to someone that meant more to me than life itself, so I took it personal. I ran into him about 3 weeks after I came out to California. I really thought I was gonna kill his ass on site but then I thought about how stupid it would be for me to fuck with him, knowing he been here for a good minute and knew enough niggas to have me in some shit. The plan I had for myself before I got to California was to stay low before I started handling my business. Staying low and plotting on him was some smart shit because it turned out that I knew the people he fucked with, and they were suppose to be helping me out with the shit I came here to do. Instead of following through with my plan to kill him,  we linked up. I spoke to him and he explained it all to me. Why he did what he did to one of the few people in this world that I treasured. He told me what’s been going on in his life, and why he moved out here to Cali. Its ironic for sure that we were both out here for the same reasons just a different situation. He’s probably one of the few people that I feel I can actually relate to in my situation. I felt bad for him because the only family he had was his daughter, which meant she was at risk too. He’s out here worrying about his life and his innocent two year old that yet holds enough power on both parties of this shit. From then on I fucked with the man, respected him more then anyone out here. One thing’s for sure though, he became family and fucking with him or I was never a smart decision. As much as we hate to body these bitch niggas out here, we don’t ever hesitate to do it. We both got people to protect, and we’re not tryna lose anyone else.

Ariel

“Excuse me.” I said, pushing past Chris to get in the house.

“Where’s mama?” Crystal asked while coming in after me.

“In the kitchen.” Her brother answered. I followed the smell of the food and found the kitchen.

“Hey mama.” I said shyly.

“Hi baby!” She excitedly came over looking me up and down before pulling me into a hug.

“How have you been?” I asked after pulling apart.

“How have I been? How have you been?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Fine mama, do you have an outlet that I can use to plug my phone in?” I asked changing the subject.

“Chris come plug her phone in for her.”

“And we’ll talk later.” She said while looking at me, after proceeding with the preparation for dinner. Yeah I’m definitely going home tonight.

Junior

4 HOURS LATER

“I guess Jade could pass a message.” I laughed into the phone, after picking it up.

“Naah nigga I checked my calls list and I seen your name. But what’s good?” He responded.

“We got shit to handle.” I stated all serious now.

“When don’t we, but shit like what?” He asked.

“Going back to New York for a couple of weeks. You wid it?” I asked.

“You really asking me this shit” he chuckled. I just shook my head and smirked.

“Aight, I’ma hit a couple niggas up to let them know we out. Need them to hold it down while we’re gone. Tell Sasha to have the jet ready by Friday.”

“Jade get down from there.” He yelled in the background.

“But when we gon’ set up my ferrari daddy?” She asked him.

“When we get back from New York baby girl.” He answered her right before I hung up the phone.

 

Justin

I knew Alexis was mad about what happen earlier at the restaurant so I called her and told her to come over. She objected at first but after I persuaded her, saying that we were just gonna chill she gave in. Just like I said, we were playing video games and watching movies the whole day. Well we were doing that for a while until she decided we should watch some bum ass romance shit on LMN.

Females kill me sometimes.

I was now on my second blunt and by now it was getting late. I had called Ariel to see if she was good but she wasn’t answering. Alexis went to sleep ‘about an hour ago so it was just me again. I heard a loud smash and quickly shot up. Blown out my high I ran into the room to see Alexis on the bed sweating bullets, with tears flowing down her now red cheeks. I guess she was tossing all over because my lamp was now on the ground, and her eyes were closed indicating she was asleep.

” ‘Lexis wake up.” I said shaking her. After a while she finally woke up and began searching the bed as if someone else was on it before.

“WHERE IS HE JUSTIN!” She yelled at me.

“Where’s who Lex?” I asked calmly. I was praying she wasn’t having one of those days. Getting out of the bed, she yelled at me again.

“PAPA JUSTIN. HE WAS HERE.”

“Papa isn’t here Alexis, go back to sleep.” I said tiredly. I can’t deal with this shit now. My phone started ringing and Junior’s name flashed across the screen. Great.

I wasn’t planning on answering but my phone slipped out my hand and before it hit the floor I caught it not realizing my thumb slid across the screen.

“Yo nigga I can’t talk right now.” I spoke quickly into the phone trying to get Alexis to calm down, which only caused her to yell at me even more. She shoved me which only caused my phone to slip out of my hand again. It’s always nerve wracking when she acts this way. I thought Alexis was past this stage now. Shooked, I forgot Junior was still on the phone. His voice probably at its highest right now.

“FUCK IS GOING ON DOWN THERE NIGGA, WHO IS THAT YELLING?” He shouted the same time I set the phone back at my ear.

“Chill bro, I’m at my niggas house. That nigga Bryan fucking around with Teyana.” That was the best lie I could come up with and the worst I’ve ever came up with as of now. This shit ain’t about Junior though. If his ass really cared he would’ve been here right? He would have been here helping me out. I’m not explaining any of this shit to him, if his ass wants to know wassup he needs to forget about whatever shit he’s doing and come down here. He’s definitely not ready for half the crap that’s gonna hit him whenever or wherever we’re all facing each other, forced to explain what’s been going on with us all. Honestly, the more days that pass by is the more upset I become. I know it’s not Junior’s fault but who else do I have to blame? I ended the call and threw my phone on the nightstand.

I’m surprised it didn’t break by now.

I then tried again to get Lexi to lay down, which wasn’t much of a success.

“NOOOOOOOOOO.” She yelled while gripping the sheets tightly. She then shot up a little too fast for her own well being. I know her head was pounding.

“PLEASE HELP Justin, PAPA WAS RIGHT HERE.”  She cried, pacing back and forth in the room now. She then was determined to find papa, searching high and low in my condo knocking everything in her path over.
“Lexi, papa stepped out.” I lied just to calm her.
“You want me to call him?” I asked picking up my phone dialing the number, stopping Lexi dead in her tracks. She turned around and nodded.
“You’d do that for me Jus?” She asked sadly. It actually hurt to see her like this, to know how delusional she can become at times. It’s like… when she gets this way, she forgets what the people here are actually like.

Caught up into what she wishes life was like.

I try not to take it personal, but I can’t help but feel like she Isn’t comfortable with the way her life is currently. How could you forget the way you’re treated by those who are most important to you?

I can’t recall the doctor saying she has amnesia.

“I will do anything for you, lil sis and you know that.” I assure her. I balanced the phone between my ears and shoulders using my hands to scoop her small frame up and place her on the couch while the phone rang. I haven’t spoken to my grandparents in a while and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t miss them. How many nights am I going to go to bed praying for change that has yet to come? How many tears do I have to watch run down the faces of the 3 most important women in my life? How much more alcohol can my body consume, before they say I need help myself? How many more situations do I have to encounter, and know that the one person that can help me isn’t alive? How many more fake smiles do I have to see plastered across Ariel, Alexis, and my mom’s face? How many more months will my older brother be gone? Is this shit what they call life? I don’t give a fuck who you are, none of us is about this life. No one asked for a life like this, that’s why niggas can’t handle it. We were never prepared, and even when you think you are you can’t be fully. I know for a fact a person like this prays everyday for it to get better, and the day they stop is when they lose hope. Once you lose hope, it’s over. That’s the only reason why I’m not giving up yet. I won’t lie though I’m starting to get real tired. This shit gets old, real fast because I know there are people out there that’s been living this way their whole fucking life.

Niggas not living right.

“Hello?” Papa’s voice spoke into the phone.
“Wassup pa, it’s Jus how’ve you been?” I ask.
“I’ve been good baller, hanging in there. How are you and the rest of my grand babies doing? Oh and your beautiful mother.” He asks as if he was almost positive that things were heading back to normal. He’s actually a corn for calling me a “baller.”

The fuck?

“You know how women are Pa, but their trying, and Junior still ain’t around you know.” I informed him. Uninterested in this conversation, I wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone not capable of physically helping me out with Alexis right now. That was one of the reasons why Junior pissed me off when he called.
“Yeah, yeah. Hang in their Jus they’ll pull through.” He spoke. Here we go again.

Because it’s easier said than done.

They’ll pull through yet Alexis thinks his ass was in my house when he’s across the damn country.
WASHINGTON, fucking Washington.
“Alexis wants to talk to you Pa she’s having one of those days.” I said sighing tiredly. I quickly handed Lexi the phone before Papa could ask me anything. I hope he could lie his ass out of this one but as bad as it sounds no matter what he says to Alexis’ delusional state of mind right now, she’s most likely gonna believe him.

(Source: lifeafterdeathfanfic)

Jeremih
I felt it… Like something was wrong. I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly but I knew it was something. I called up my nigga Trey to see if everything was going good down at the warehouse.
“Yo.” He spoke into the phone.
“Everything good nigga?” I asked.
“Word— You was just here ‘bout 15 mins ago, fucks wrong with you Jay?” He asked as if he found amusement in my paranoid voice.
“Nothing. I’m hit yall up later” I said hanging up quickly.
I was hoping that I didn’t have to do this. I’d rather some shit go wrong at the warehouse then at home. I scrolled through my contacts, until I came across the name I was looking for.
“Yo nigga I can’t talk right now.” Justin said sounding alarmed. I heard a female yelling in the background and that only made me feel worst.
“Fuck is going on down there nigga who is that yelling?” I asked into the phone, anxious to get an answer.
“Chill out bro, I’m at my niggas house chillin. That nigga Bryan fucking around with Teyana.” I knew this nigga was lying. That ain’t no joke scream, it sound like someone getting killed. But I trust this nigga Justin and he knew better than to lie to me. I seen the reflection from my screen lighting up signaling that the call had ended. If something is going on down there I wouldn’t wanna add to it. But I feel oblivious, in which I shouldn’t. I know going down there might stress them out more but I feel like I have no choice. If my unexpected visit is gonna be stressful, Riee gon’ hate me more for the drama that’s coming. I wasn’t prepared for this shit, but if I don’t get them together something bad’s gonna happen. And I’m not preparing myself for another funeral anytime soon. If anything I’ll be sending out warnings to the niggas I plot on to have their families prepare themselves for their own funeral.

2 hours earlier

Ariel
“So what’s good Crys?” I asked cheerfully. I had just pulled up to Crystal’s friend’s house and she came out there cheesing like a pregnant woman that just found out the sex of her child.
“I’m coolin baby, I missed you!” She replied, cheesing from ear to ear.
“I missed you too, how was Miami? …Oh and when school starts again I got an assignment to do down there. Well it’s extra credit if I go, so you know I’m considering it. Being as my best bitch is studying down there.” I explained while switching over to the turning lane.
“Come through then nigga, what you mean considering?” She questioned with a playful attitude
“I gotta see, I wanna go though. I just don’t know exactly when yet. Hopefully when I’m free you know.” I said glancing at her quickly for confirmation.
“Ooh you better. But Miami is Miami, live as fuck.. It’s a good place to be but I don’t know if it was the best place to go to college.” She explained. “Too much distractions, you know?” She continued. Even though she mumbled it, she did look over at me to see if I heard.
“Crystal not now, I’m not trying to do this shit. Bugga already tried to pull some shit at the restaurant. I can’t sorry” I spoke up quickly. I’m done with the bullshit talking.
“Whatever, how is Justin by the way?” She asked trying to change the subject.
“He’s been good Crys, same ol’…” I answered uninterested, not in the mood to catch up anymore.
“Cheer the fuck up Ariel or drop me back off. I didn’t mean it in just any way. I mumbled it for a reason. What else am I suppose to say? What do you want me to do… avoid saying the word distraction? Cut the shit.” She shot at me, annoyance all in her voice. I grilled her while parallel  parking in the malls parking lot.
“I’m good Crystal.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes.
“I know yo ass is lying and we said we were done with that shit, so for now I’ma let it go. Gimme a kiss hoe, I missed you.” Crystal said while leaning in to kiss my cheek.
“Let’s go Crystal.” I said while giggling, grabbing my purse and getting out the car. I love my best friend. Every time people seen us going at it they would swear we were in an intense argument, but we never were. We were just speaking on some G-shit.

Chris
I was back at my mom’s house playing 2k in the living room with Dré. The nigga really think he can beat with 1 minute left in the game with also the ball in my hand.
“Nigga I got this!” I shouted.

“Chris, shut the fuck up.” He spat back at me, just in time for my mom to hear while walking downstairs. I would’ve laughed but when she stormed into the living room it was then that we realized we just cussed in mama’s house.

“Christopher Maurice Brown and André Juelz Brown, what the hell did I tell you two about cursing in my damn house?” She asked. If looks could kill boy….

“Ma that was Dr—” I begun, before getting cut off.

“I don’t wanna hear that shit Christopher, do you think you’re both too old to get beat?” Dré and I couldn’t help but laugh. We how old now and mama still think’s she could beat us. I mean, I understand smack but beat mama? Seriously… And she sound like a hypocrite, last time I checked shit was part of cussing.

“So you guys think it’s funny?” She asked while walking over to the TV getting ready to disconnect the game.

“Aight ma chill, no more cussing. This ni- I mean Dré over here getting mad cause I’m bout to school his ass.

“Ma watch out you’re blocking us.” Dré said, a bit irritated. I don’t know if he thinks that’s gonna make a difference or summin’ cause the game was about to end and my score was a point ahead of his. Plus, the ball was in my hand. Mama blocking the tv is just giving him an excuse to say that’s the only reason I beat him.

“That’s it, get your asses up.” Mama said while plugging out the game. Well isn’t today Andre’s lucky day, two ‘excuses’ on why he didn’t get to beat me in 2K for the first time. I could just hear the nigga lying telling people the only reason I beat him is cause mama plugged the game out. Shit’s too funny. I do it all the time though, everyone knew including Crys and she hated playing 2K with us. She didn’t even like watching us play. I looked over at Andre and the nigga was clenching his jaw. I don’t know why he took this shit so serious, I mean he shouldn’t anymore. I ALWAYS BEAT HIS ASS.

“Nigga chill out.” I laughed.

“Mama why you gotta do that for? I was just about to crush this n—.” He asked sounding like a big ass kid.

“Baby it’s just a game. You guys get too hyped up over it, cursing in my damn house like you done lost your damn mind.” She said while sitting down next to Andre, cheesing in his face while rubbing his back.

“Mama quit with that stuff, I’m not playing.” He said, obviously annoyed.

“Come babies, today’s the day I’m gonna teach you how to cook.” She replied smiling. Cook? Why today? Out of all the days we ain’t have shit to do she choose today, I mean not saying we have anything to do now but damn. A nigga just wanted to chill. Mama been dying to teach us how to make at least one dish and we been telling her a different excuse almost every time. Funny thing is she always had bad timing. Like now of course.

“Nah mama, I’m bout to be out.” I lied.

“That nigga is lying mama.” Andre spoke quickly. Bitch ass nigga. That was foul, a bitch move. Only bitches snitch. The nigga just mad cause I was bout to beat his ass again.

“Boy what did I tell you about cursing in my house?” Mama questioned, while smacking him right in his mouth.

“Oww mama that sh- I mean that hurts.” Andre said, holding his mouth so that his words came out slurred. I just chuckled and shook my head.

“Better say sorry before she do it again.” I instigated.

“Christopher shut your mouth because you deserve one too. You both been cursing since I’ve been down here. I don’t want no apology, I just want it to stop. Now I’m going upstairs to change out of these clothes and when I get back down I want you both in that kitchen. And by the way, where’s Crystal ? I haven’t seen that girl around much.” I swear she still treats us like we’re kids. And how she gonna see Crystal if she’s been working half the time Crystal’s here. Mama be bugging.

“Mama you were at work.” Dré said obviously thinking the same as me.

“So what, I swear I get no love around here.” She answered chuckling because we all knew that was Bullshit.

“Bullshit.” I mumbled while smirking

“Say that a little louder Christopher.” —Shit—

“I said word mama.” I lied.

“Ooh ! I don’t know why y’all tryna test my gangster today. Ask Dré ‘bout me, he just got smacked.” She said while walking out the living room laughing. Me and Dré couldn’t help but laugh too. Joyce swear she a thug sometimes, it’s sad cause she’s just soo corny. I love my mama though.

Crystal

“So I don’t get no love?” I asked, while looking for a Medium in this YSL shirt.

“Bitch shut up and pick me up one too.” She said, giving me stank face and texting away on her iPhone.

“I don’t see how you give a bitch attitude and expect her to do something for you.” I replied. Searching again to find only one medium left. Ha! Isn’t today my lucky day, I thought while smirking. Out of nowhere, Ariel started with her obnoxious laughing. I just shook my head in shame. She is not going to be laughing when I tell her I got the last shirt now is she? And who got her laughing so hard.

“Ugh, stop looking at me like that.” She spoke, her laughter dying down.

“Then shut your loud ratchet ass up, who is that?” I asked her while chuckling.

“None ya bizness hoe.” She answered. Ooh yeah, that reminds me.

“What ever and I got the last shirt bitch. Soo none deh yeh fi yuh.” I laughed.

“That’s not funny Crys… and eww your fake wannabe jamaican accent shut the fuck up.” She said while giving me the stink face trying not to laugh.

“Ooh yeah, I gotta talk to you about something Ariel.” I know that line scared her. Her face quickly turned straight and her right eyebrow raised probably the highest it can go.

“Fuck no, about what?” She asked annoyance in her voice. I just laughed.

“Chill nothing serious it’s just abo—” before I could finish my phone rang playing Sent From Heaven by Keyshia Cole, my mom’s favorite song. I knew it was her because I made it her ringtone just for that. I looked over at Ariel and put my index finger up telling her to hold on real quick, and slid my finger across my cell’s screen.

“Hey Ma..”

“Hey baby where are you?” She asked sounding happy as ever. Ugh, she’s probably with Chris and Andre.

“Out shopping with Ariel, what about you?” I answered.

“I’m home cooking, and which Ariel? My EllaBell, your long lost twin?” She anxiously asked, surprised.

“Yeah mama that’s the only one.” I laughed remembering how my mom always called Ariel my long lost twin cause we were so much alike and she loved her like her own daughter. Not to forget that corny ass nickname André and Mama use to call her.

“Lord where has she been, I’ve missed her. You both better be over here for dinner, no buts. I’m gonna let you get back to your shopping though so hurry over. Kisses to you both and let Ariel know I’ve missed her and I’ll see you guys later.” With that she hung up, damn I didn’t even get to say anything. She always does that when she doesn’t want any excuses, which means we have to go.

“So anyways, mama says she misses you and that we must attend dinner today.” I told Ariel.

“Sure, but what did you have to tell me. And before we go I need to stop home to pick up some clothes, my charger, and laptop. And I need to shower, just in case I decide to stay over.” She spoke a little too fast but surprisingly, I caught everything.

“Whatever lets go try these on and go then.”

After trying everything on, putting some things back, and picking up more merchandise we finally purchased our items and made our way to her Porsche. Pulling out the parking lot she then asked again what it is I needed to speak to her about.

“We have some stuff to talk about.” I told her, even though she just asked.

“Oh nice! What is it now?” She asked in a sarcastically happy tone. Playing along, I spoke…

“Chris…” I said in a darling tone while smiling, but she just rolled her eyes probably getting her story together.

(Source: lifeafterdeathfanfic)

Time heals everything but who says we have time…

Ariel
As we sat down in the restaurant, I realized Justin and Alexis were both in their own daze. We haven’t spoken at all since we gotten here which was really weird to me. I felt extremely awkward at the moment knowing something was wrong. By the looks of things, Justin seemed to be in an intense deep thought while staring at his fingers and Alexis on the other hand just looked lost, in her own world. I took another sip of the pink lemonade I was given to occupy myself for the time being then grabbed my phone out of my purse. I wasn’t about to ask them anything because I know they’re just gonna wave me off and say nothing is wrong and obviously there is. Well maybe Justin would say something like that, not necessarily Lexis because Justin could be so secretive at times. For some reason I had this weird feeling that I was being watched. I looked at the side of me noticing our waitress was walking over towards our table. Reactively Alexis and Justin finally snapped out of it when she started placing the food down. We were at my mom’s friend; David’s restaurant called Nice! And the food here was extremely good.

“Thanks.” I said giving the waitress a small smile as she sat the plate in front of me.

“No problem.” She replied while setting the rest of the food out for Jus and Lexis. They thanked her also but instead of leaving the table she stood there as if she wanted to say something.

“Y— , ugh, is there anything else I can help you guys with?” She questioned with a nervous look on her face.

“Nah we good.” Justin spoke, giving her an unsteady glare.

“Okay… well my name is Chelsea, let me know if you need anything else.” She said contemplating on whether or not she should walk away from the table.

“Gotchu.” Justin responded quickly to her and smirked, before the rest of us could nod. With that she gave us a smile and quickly walked away, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Bugga, you scared her.” I said while covering my mouth so that no food flew out while I giggled.

“All I did was smirk at her. Shit she scared me! The way her hand was shaking I could’ve sworn she was gonna drop the food on me.” This nigga. I just continued to laugh. That was pretty awkward, but I am grateful that she came over. She did lighten our mood giving us something to talk about but ignoring the big elephant in the room, Alexis of course wasn’t making it easy. She was acting like she didn’t know anything that was going on, she only did that when something was going on with her or us. That shits annoying at times; she’s making this hard for all of us. Damn, I’m not here for the drama and I’m damn sure not about to sit up here and discuss all our problems like this is some damn soap opera. I’m not asking Lexi what’s wrong either ‘cause I don’t care to talk about it, especially not with Justin here. I told that nigga I’m fine and so did she. What’s the problem now? Cause if your gonna lie, learn how to keep up with your shit. You fall, I fall too cause we both lied and got the same damn problem. If you let anything slip out your mouth that would send the wrong message out. It would make people think that whatever you said was open for discussion. —No— I don’t do mediations.

“Lex wassup?” Justin questioned, concern plastered on his face.

“I been chillin Justin, wassup with you?” She replied. That shit didn’t convince me. If he wanted to know how you been he woulda asked, ‘what’s been up with-’

“I never asked what’s been up Alexis. I asked what’s up meaning NOW! Present time.” He quickly spoke, breaking my train of thought. He made sure to say now loud and clear. Took the words right out of my head. See great minds think alike. Where was Lexi’s mind at the moment, I couldn’t tell you. But if she had it, she would of thought shit out clearly. Choose her words wisely. Especially speaking to Justin he was very clever. Clever enough to use your own words against you.

“Nothing is up either Justin. I’m still chilling. How have you been.” She sighed, obviously annoyed. She was making no eye contact.

“I been living trying not to let shit stress me out. But I’m human, can’t help it. I ain’t in-denial either. That’s just how shit is and I ain’t afraid to say it.” He stated, glancing at both Alexis and I. Last time I checked he was talking to Alexis only. I quickly took my phone back out, trying to avoid this conversation he was bringing me into. That’s when shit hit me. I had to hit Crystal up to chill so why not do it now.

“Riee put that shit away before I break it.” Justin said, irritation and annoyance spoke with his voice. Don’t get me wrong I ain’t afraid of nobody. But both my brothers and father just had that control over me. I knew they weren’t ones to fuck with because if they say something, they’ll do it.

“Chill the fuck out Justin, this ain’t my argument you speaking to Alexis not Ariel” I said referring to myself as third person while putting my phone away. Lexi shot me a look. It was then that I realized, I had threw her under the bus.

“Fuck you Ariel!” Alexis glared at me while getting up from the table and letting her long legs lead her to the exit. We didn’t bother to stop her either. I simply didn’t because I wasn’t trying to have this conversation. I knew where it was leading to, and Justin didn’t because he was mad. The nigga caused it on himself. Learn how to leave shit alone

“Leave shit alone Justin.” I half yelled at him.

“Fuck you mean leave shit alone, that’s what Ma claims Junior did right?” He asked rhetorically. Knowing he was correct, I just stayed quiet.

“Answer me Ariel!… Ma thought Junior’s motive with leaving for college was because he couldn’t handle this shit. Little did she know that y’all can’t either. That’s why y’all hiding shit, keeping it in and I’m not having that.” He yelled, banging his hand on the table. His veins pulsing like he just got done beating the shit out of someone. I walked over to his side of the table and kissed his cheek. Even when we’re mad at each other we still show some type of warmth and affection.

“I’m out Jus, not today.” I said before turning on my heels and leaving the table. Good thing we all drove in our separate cars cause we all would’ve been stuck at that table with nothing to do but talk.

Justin

I called the waitress over and asked her for my check but she told me someone else had already paid for it. I know Ariel and Alexis didn’t so who the fuck could it have been?

“Whatchu mean someone paid for it?” I asked, meshing my eyebrows together.

“A gentlemen said he was a friend of Ariel’s and that he would pay for it. I thought you guys knew.” She said a bit nervously, probably afraid I’ll go off on her phat ass.

“Nah give that nigga his money back. Tell him my sister handles her own. She don’t need niggas paying for her shit. Money isn’t an issue.” I let her know. With that said, I paid for our meal, and tipped Chelsea.

“Thanks.” She said shyly.

“No problem ma. I’m Justin by the way.” I said while exiting the restaurant just leaving her there blushing, before she walked away through the back door that read ‘Employees Only’. Man her ass was Nice! Fuck that nigga that tried to pay for the meal.

1. That shits rude, did he not see a nigga sittin right at the table along with Ariel and Alexis?
2. This ain’t no fucking charity case, trying to pay for niggas shit.
3. No need to break your pocket, we carry our own. Did you not see the cars we were driving?
4. That shit is gay paying for another man’s meal. Even though you wanted to impress my sister, that don’t look good on my side. Its not like you only paid for hers. I get you trynna be a baller but, pack that shit up. Respect that a nigga is at the table.

Besides, Junior and I aren’t the type of brothers that like to meet niggas who fuck around with our sisters.

Chelsea

I was now on my way back to the register when I remembered that I had to give Chris back his money. I looked over to the back where we were standing before I left to do him his little “favor”, but to my surprise he was already gone. I took out my phone and sent him a text.

Me: Chris, I’m gonna have to give you your money back tonight. Her brother said “Money isn’t an issue, that Ariel handles her own”? Lol what ever that means. But lemme know when your home so I can drop it off.

I pressed send and put my phone back in my pocket. I was glad today was Friday though. It’s been a busy week and I’m seriously exhausted. Both physically and mentally. One thing about me is that when something happens, as hard as I try to push it out my mind I just can’t. It just sits there and bothers me until I either sort it out, come to terms with it, or straight up deal with it. Right now Justin’s on my mind. I thought it was really weird when Chris told me to make sure I served that table. He told me a whole bunch of shit about what happen with that Ariel girl. She’s really pretty actually and I’m not surprised that she is Crystal’s best friend. When I got to the table, I wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly why I got so nervous. I forgot what Chris told me to tell her, which now I’m embarrassed because I was standing there like an idiot. I even forgot how to present myself in front of the customers, but at least I remembered to smile though. I never really got nervous in front of people — especially boys, but when I got to the table I sensed the tension and an uneasy vibe in which they all gave off. Justin’s was worst, it was as if he didn’t want any outsiders around. I know it sounds stupid because he was in public but that’s how it seemed. It made me feel not exactly scared but nervous. On top of that, Chris told me about Ariel’s attitude which made matters even worse. Then there was the other girl, she seemed quiet but it was like the whole world was weighing down on her shoulders. Jobs aren’t really my thing; this is actually my first job that I managed to keep longer than two weeks. I’m not trying to mess this up because it’s been a month, and I’m doing pretty well. I know in order to keep this job, one thing I need to do is not mix business with pleasure and the only way to do that is by keeping Justin out of my head, and keeping Chris away from my job. He’s the cause of Justin and I encountering each other. I seen the way Justin was looking at me and I believe that’s what’s got him riding my mind like a load of dirty laundry. I thought it wasn’t a good idea that I went over there for Chris but who knows this may be a blessing in disguise. But they always say nothing good last forever. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out my pocket to see a text from Chris:

Chris: it’s cool, I got what I wanted ;-). Thanks Chels

What the fuck is that suppose to mean and is he saying I should keep the money?

Me: uhh? I’ll call you when I get off work Chris

With that I put my phone right back in my pocket and went back to work. Ugh, 1 more hour and I’m done!


Chris

“Can you let go of my arm.” She asked looking annoyed as ever. Hm, might be having a bad day. Fuck that.

“Can I get your number first.” I responded with a smirk.

“I’m really not in the mood, I have to go. Get it from Crystal.” She spoke quickly, walking off to her car. Shawty had a nice whipp, she bad, and she match my fly!? Damn, I thought watching her pull out of the parking lot. I quickly pulled out my iPhone and texted Crystal.

Me: YO

Crystal: What?

Me: You trynna put a nigga onn Crys?

Crystal: You know I gotchu lol. Wassup?

Me: Lemme get Ariel’s # :-p

Crystal

Huh? I thought they hated each other. I quickly texted Chris the number and called Ariel.

“Hello.” She picked up on the third ring.

“Hey Crys, I was planning on calling you today. I just been a little busy, you tryna chill now?” She asked. It sounded like she was driving; I heard the wind blowing in the phone.

“Yeah come pick me up. I’m at a friends house right now and I didn’t drive.” I explained.

“Copy, text the address and get ready. I’ll see you in a few.” With that she hung up. Just as she asked, I texted her the address and told my friend I was about to leave. It’s been awhile since Ariee and I chilled, and we had a lot of catching up to do. Starting with her and my brother. What could have possibly happened during those couple days that passed since the party? If Chris thought he was just gonna fuck around on my best friend, he had another thing coming. We all got enough problems and if anything happens I’m not trying to get into theirs.

Week later

Ariel

My eyes fluttered open to the vibration of my phone, which was beneath my pillow. I glanced at the caller ID to see an unrecognizable number. I was contemplating on whether or not I should answer  it, but before thinking, and not knowingly, my finger automatically slid across the screen to the green talk button.

“Heh…hel..hello?” I asked cautiously to the person on the other end, anxious to see who it was.

“Yo Riee.” They answered back. I knew who it was from then on. Other then the fact that I could point his voice out anywhere, it was only a few people that called me Riee. Those were my father, Junior, Justin, and Jordan.

“Nigga I know you not calling me from some random hoes phone. You better delete my shit from the calls list. I’m not trynna have your bitches ringing down my phone looking for you.” I yelled at Justin.

“Chill out Riee, and quit with that attitude shit. Damnn.” He whisper.

“Nigga I’m calm. Just woke up from a good ass nap. And what you whispering for?” I questioned.

“Oh…um, I’m getting ready to leave this bitches house before she wakes up and my phone is dead. Yeah and I’ma be over there in few, after I get home and shower.” He whispered again.

“Yeah whatever, just make sure you delete my number from her phone before you leave.” I told him.

“Yea ya, and tell ‘Lexis to answer her phone when I call her. Where the hell she be at?”

“She had a shoot all day yesterday and has been sleeping since she came home… should I check if she’s still alive Just?” I asked stupidly. We both started laughing. Just then Alexis came in my room, hair all fucked up, bed clothing, mean muggin me.

“Talking shit?” She asked me with a small smirk on her face.

“No but you look like it.” I replied back smartly looking her up and down also with a smirk on my face.

“I know yall not about to have a cat fat while I’m on the phone. Why can’t you two be nice for once.” Justin said through the phone like he was innocent.

“Justin shut the hel—” I was cut off momentarily because Alexis’ stupid ass through her self on me like she was a 2 year old toddler and light as a feather.

“Alexis get off of me, you’re not cute.” I yelled.

“And neither are you and your ass smart mouth.” She responded back to me while making her weight heavier on my back.

“ ‘Lexis leave me alone you damn clown.” I laughed out.

“Yea I’ma call you two lil niggas back.” Justin said ending the call while laughing lowly. I hope this idiot deleted my number from that girl’s phone

Couple hours later

Justin
I decided it would be nice to take them out for dinner and catch up since it’s been a while that we’ve done anything together. Ever since my father past my siblings and I physically grew closer, but mentally we all drifted apart. It’s like we would all be around each other searching for one thing that would make us feel secure. The feeling we had when my father was around. Still to this day we don’t feel it, and as much as Riee, Lexi, and Ma lie… I know they’re not mentally stabled. The niggas that killed my dad cut us all deep, mentally we were deceased. Each day that went by and we were together we realized that as long as we were all together we had him. It felt like he was there. It might sound corny or a little cliché but it was true. It’s like each of us had some trait or behavior that reminded us of my father. Believe it or not, if we were all combined into one person you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between that person and my father. None of us weren’t as close to being like him as Junior though. The only difference between them were the faces. They act and thought the same way. It’s kinda crazy actually. If I weren’t related to them or knew them so well I would have kept my fucking distance as a stranger cause that shit is just creepy. Just like my dad, Junior and I took care of the family. We felt as though it were our duties. Junior thinks he’s doing us and my father a favor by going away to LA and handling unfinished shit but he’s just breaking the family even more. Since he’s left, everything seemed as if it was slowly going back to the way it was when my father past. My mother was constantly working, Alexis acts like she doesn’t know shit that’s going on, Ariel’s been stuck in her feelings; catching mood swings every minute with her bitchy ass attitudes, and I just been trying to hold shit down for this nigga Junior . I’m not no bitch nigga but I’m also not Junior or my father. I don’t like seeing the people I love break. What kills me the most is that I can’t do anything about it. What am I gonna tell them? “I know where Junior is and here’s his number?” …Yeah right, so my mom can call up one of the niggas my dad use to work with, to track down his location so that she can go look for him? Hell no. Sometimes I think Junior is fucking stupid. The nigga don’t see how much alike him and my father are. He feels like he owes it to my father being able to handle that shit down in LA. That’s why he left… My dad always said “family first,” he was a real loyal nigga. I think he would rather Junior stay here and make sure the family is stable enough to be left again, or to feel as if they lost someone else. He doesn’t see it that way though, he sees it as protecting us and holding it down for my dad. But what he doesn’t understand is that there’s more to it then the shit he’s doing down in LA. Junior made a mistake and his mistake was leaving so soon. And he needs to understand that he’s putting himself in danger. I’m caught up in the middle of keeping secrets from Junior about what’s really been going on around here with the family since he’s left and a big ass secret from my mom and sisters about what the fuck Junior’s really doing. So here I am… Justin, the one everyone feels to art out their thoughts and secrets to now. I can’t deal with this shit. It fucking hurts not the fact that my father died but the simple fact that after 3 years we can’t get it together, when all he’s probably worried about is us moving on and being happy. “When I past there is no reason for you guys to shed a tear, because I did my job as a father. That was to teach my children how to be survivors and conquerors.” I keep hearing his voice in my head. That night he was speaking to Junior and I didn’t want to sleep, so on my way down I heard them and decided to eavesdropped. “Life goes on, I’ll be watching over you guys. Don’t let dreams or regret take over your life. You take over your life so you won’t get caught up in what you wish it could be.” Those were the only things that stood out to me in his little speech to Junior. Those were the words I treasured the most. Everyday I hear his voice over and over repeating those same words from that night, it felt like last night. But look at the girls. Living their lives in regret. They regret that my dad sold drugs and that he was about that life. They wish he was still here. That’s why they’re like this now.  Ariel was fucking sick.  She had to get professional help, on some serious shit. She went from a hospital room, to a room where she was forced to stay for her own good. Who were they saving her from though? Her own self? My little sister, her biggest enemy was herself? Alexis couldn’t even finish school. Her ass was just out of it. —Denial, Delusional— Smartass girl saying “daddy is coming back” when she knew better, but she couldn’t help it. She gotten better thankfully, spent a couple hours with a white lady that she spoke to everyday, ever since that incident. Which she still does go to just not as often. I knew it was tough on her though since she was just starting high school at the time and also had to adapt to that change as well. She isn’t in denial anymore, so I can see the change. Then, there was my mama she went from family-oriented to a work aholic. She said that we were too much like our father. When Junior calls me he just wants to know how we’re doing, and I have to lie through my fucking teeth for the most part talking bout everythings cool. Every time that nigga calls I set my mouth to lie because I have no choice. Am I doing the right thing though? Ariel says shes getting better even though I know shes putting up a front. She just made us promise that when we see or hear from Junior, we never tell him what happened with her. Why though? How is that helping her when I know Junior is probably one of the only people that can help her? And how am I helping Junior when Ariel just might be the only one that can bring him back, because she just won’t let go from the past. Im here sitting and preaching in my head about Junior and his mistake when I made a big one my damn self. The only difference is that I see my mistake. It was promising that I would keep secrets that are hurting the people that made them, themselves. But what can I do? A secret is not known or seen nor meant to be known or seen by others. These people trust me with their “secrets”. And the only reason I’ve been keeping them is because what’s said is said, and what’s done is done. My father always said “If you not about your word, don’t say shit at all or make promises.” But am I really going against his word if all I’m trying to do is help these niggas out? Their family… I made those promises to make them happy, but in the end its only hurting all of us, including me. Honestly, I’m really not trying to slip back into my old ways. Cause then whos gon’ hold shit down.

(Source: lifeafterdeathfanfic)

Ariel

My head is fucking killing me like this shit is something serious. I wanted to open my eyes but I just couldn’t, I was too scared. When I opened them the first time I quickly shut them back because the room I was in looked unfamiliar. I was hoping it was just one of the side effects from all that damn liquor I was drinking from last night, but I drunk until I was done before, and believe me I was seeing shit while I was drunk. Not when I was having a hangover. I remember little parts of last night, obviously not anything that could get me an idea of where I’m at or who the hell I’m staying with. I remember dancing on some nigga only god himself knows who it was cause my memory was on some next shit. All I know is I’ma remember this shit if I find out I’m carrying some type of STD… to hell I’m coming right back to this nigga. We better not have fucked either cause I’m really not trying to hear that. I mean who does that… give they shit up to a nigga she grind on to a 2 minute song… And where the fuck is Alexis, didn’t she realize my ass was missing by now..? I took a deep breath and built up the courage to open up my eyes, to see a tall ass figure standing in front the dresser with nothing but a towel around his waist talking on the phone.

“Word I’ma come through in a few.” He had finally realize I was awake and lost so he tried to cut his phone conversation short to introduce this new one about why and what I was doing here.

“Let me hit you up in a few my nigga.” Wait a minute that’s that yellow rude nigga I was arguing with… Crystal’s ill mannered older brother. What this nigga name again… Chris…? I know I look crazy ass hell right now. Head throbbing, confused, and mad that I gave it up to this rude ass nigga that messed up my night before it even started. I was so deep into thought I didn’t even realize he stepped out the room. When he came back he was dressed in only these red basketball shorts. Just standing there, not saying anything, and looking emotionless. I mean is the nigga blind? He was looking dead at my face, which read confusion and he still wasn’t talking. My patients was fading and I was just about to set off when he finally spoke.

Chris

Honestly, this shit was way too amusing. How you in my house, laying up in my bed, under my covers, in my tee-shirt, giving me attitude. I put your rude ass and your “feelings” or whatever the fuck before my dick. I mean first of all you should be lucky I ain’t throw your ass out the way she was throwing up in my damn house. Gotta nigga holding up her hair and walking behind her, cleaning up after her like she Dirty D. Fuck, DD don’t even do that shit. I didn’t even get no pussy. Cause I knew her ass was drunk, she didn’t even know what she was asking for and she’s here looking at me like I got her damn life in my hands. What I’m explaining shit to her spoiled ass for, she a grown girl right? Got the mouth of a nigga that feels he’s god. Handle your own. Hold shit down for yourself then. What you mad about? And I know her ass still a virgin cause if she wasn’t, she would know how it felt when you woke up after sex, only thing probably hurting is her big ass head. No wonder she so stuck up, never got the D before. Sexy ass bout to make a nigga catch blue balls, walking around in just underwear. What I should have done was turn her ass out. I can’t even remember when was the last time I had to use my hands. I always had some girls around that wasn’t easy but was easy for Breezy. As corny as it may sound it was true. But I never fucked a bitch while they were faded to the point where they were doing or saying dumb shit. I don’t find that shit cool. As for this one… I should have and just for her fucking with my dick, I’ma fuck with her spoiled ass head.

“Next time you stay at my crib, turn your fucking phone off.” I said trying to keep a straight face. This shit was classic, she was livid.

“Nigga there won’t be a next time.” She shot back.

“You sure about that?” I asked.  

“And wait till I see Crystal I’ma fuck her ass up for interrupting me while I’m tryna bust a nut.” I added in while slightly smirking. That set her off. She shot out the bed fuming and dashing towards me like a bull ready to attack, I guess on her way coming over she realized she was only in my tee-shirt. If I didn’t know any better I would of thought she felt special or wanted. But knowing her ass she was probably even more mad knowing a nigga got to her.

“I’m not even going to yell, just answer this one question.” She said while sitting back on the bed covering her little frame with the sheet. It’s not like I didn’t know what she was about ask.

“Ain’t shit happen other than the fact that you threw up all of yesterday’s meal and that liquor in my fucking house.” I said. She was embarrassed, how cute. I smirked.

“Nigga maybe if you didn’t kidnap my ass and bring me here. I wouldn’t have.” She shot back getting way too loud and defensive.

“Calm your lil ass down.” I said calmly.

“You the one that wanted the dick, hopped in my whipp, and threw yourself at me as soon as we got in the crib.” I said while chuckling.

“I was drunk.” She added.

“Yeah and horny as fuck, I see you don’t need to be drinking since liquor got you acting out of character. I thought you weren’t getting enough D. Come to find out you haven’t ever gotten ANY.” By now I was dying. Her face was pale and priceless.

“Are you gonna explain what happened last night or ya just gonna keep running your mouth?” She question with an attitude.

“Whatchu wanna know?” I asked, beginning to smirk. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.

“Everything.” She stated bluntly.

“Aight so…” I started to explain. I’m only telling her this shit ‘cause I wanted to see how her ass takes it. Drunken minds speak sober thoughts, right? I knew her ass wanted me, she was talking all that shit when we ACCIDENTALLY bumped into each other. I thought back on last night.

*Flashback*

The way she was grinding on me had me feeling some type of way. I was feeling right until she tip toed, met with my ear, and whispered—

“You’re gonna take me home with you right?” Her words came out slurred and sexy.

“What you tryna do?” I asked her. She looked me in my eyes and started giggling softly, bumping into me a little after facing down then back up again. She was looking a bit off and uneasy. Yep she was drunk

“Anything you want.” She answered back sweetly. Now if only she were this sweet sober… we’d have no problems.

“C’mon, let’s go.” I told her. She stayed close to me as I held her hand so she wouldn’t walk off balance and fall. We walked outside towards my car as I took my keys out my pocket and clicked the unlock button. I opened the passenger side for her and she went in. As I swiftly got in the driver’s side, I put the key in the ignition and sped off to my house. On my way there I felt guilty when I realized I left Dré back at the party. But suddenly felt relieved when I remembered seeing him walk off with the same bitch that was eye fucking me, while licking around her lips like she was gon’ do something with them. He probably took her somewhere to get that molly. I chuckled to myself faintly. Now there’s only one problem.I was really contemplating on if I should fuck Ariel or not. A nigga was horny as fuck but I would feel like I’m taking advantage of her. What if she really didn’t want it? And all that talking was crazy. I looked over at her since I found it weird that she was too quiet.

“You alright?” I asked her. She shook her head no.

“What’s wrong?” I asked looking over at her again. She let out a small shaky breath.

“I don’t know…” She sighed.

As soon as we got inside the house, she looked sick and all hell broke loose.

*Flashback Over*

***

“So it was you that I was dancing with last night.” She asked as if I didn’t just say that.

“What you wanna do it again.” I shot back with a big as grin plastered across my face. She just rolled her eyes and got up from off the bed with the covers still wrapped around her body.

“Where the fuck are my clothes?” She questioned in a demanding tone, while walking by me. I grabbed the sheet from off her body.

“Baby you ain’t got shit to hide, I done seen it all last night.” I said while smirking.

“Fuck you.” She shot while walking off to find her clothes.

“That’s what you wanted to do last night right. It could be arranged though, you know since you’re sober now.” I yelled after her while laughing hard.

“Bitch nigga.” she yelled

“Spoiled ass bitch” I mumbled.

Mission accomplished, I thought while scrolling through my phone looking for a hoe I could call to get a nigga back on his game.

Ariel

As much as I don’t wanna admit it, I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I’m in this house. Sadly, it just might be the first of many times. We’ll see though…

“Chriss.” I yelled a bit annoyed that I have to ask him for a ride.

“Yo.” He answered while coming down the steps.

“Can you take me home?” I asked in an innocent sweet voice, reminding me of when I was a little girl asking my brother to take me out for ice cream after we just finished fighting. Chris just stared at me for a while, then started laughing.

“I’m leaving anyways, leggo.” He said while smiling.

“You know… that lil tough attitude is cute baby, but you ain’t foolin no one.” He stated. Were not about to get into anything, I’m tryna go home, shower, take some pills and KO. So I decided to stay quiet, because this headache was really something serious.

(Source: lifeafterdeathfanfic)

I am truly sorry for not posting often. But I am trying my best and will definetly be updating more. I posted chapter 3 last night, because I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting. I just feel like it was rushed and not really worth the wait it… didnt really explain much or provide the entertainment that i feel should be given. So i revised it and added much more details that will help you understand the story much better as it goes on. More characters will be posted as I introduce them in the story. I honestly thank each and everyone of you that’s been patient. Feel free too leave feedback to inform me of ideas you think I should use to make the story better and what you think about the chapter. I am NOT a rude person and I don’t wish to be so please be considerate and mindful that I am human and there is a difference between constructive and deconstructive criticism.. AGAIN I am truly sorry for the inconvience, and I thank you so much for reading my fanfic and being patient..

         YOURS TRULY, Alicia . Enjoy the revised & full chapter 3 http://lifeafterdeathfanfic.tumblr.com/post/26403772324/chapter-3-small-world =)

Ariel

“What, you got eyes to stare my ass down but you can’t fucking watch where you goin nigga?” I spat angrily looking up at him. He just looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.

“Deadass, watch who you talkin’ to ma…”

“Ooh I’m sorry let me be a little more cle—”

“You have a real fucked up attitude.”He continued while slightly smiling. This nigga really just cut me off.

“Yeah and I’m this way because you apologized.” I sarcastically stated. Oh someone please get me a shot of that Chardonnay. I was actually just gonna try and enjoy myself tonight and was here to party with no bullshit.

“Ariel…is that you?” A half familiar voice yelled over the music that was playing loudly. Right cause what I need right now is a ratchet hoe from one of my old schools to try and “catch up and get back in contact.” My gaze tore from this rude ass tall nigga that I was grilling to see the infamous Crystal. Her eyes marked how shocked she was as she smiled at me. If that were the case, I was more shocked and even surprised to see her as well.

“Oh my gosh Crystal, what the hell are you doing here!? How comes you never told me you were gonna be back in NY?” I half yelled. Putting my arms out to hug her. After about a minute we pulled away and carried on with our little conversation.

“I was gonna show up at your house tomorrow and surprise you since my flight was till late. But shit is crazy ‘cause I didn’t even know they were throwing me a party. I thought I would be able to come home, shower, and then sleep.” She explained with a chuckle. That’s when I put two together and realized that this welcome back party was in sure for her. Alexis’ stupid ass probably knew all along and didn’t tell me I was gonna see my long lost bestie who I haven’t seen in what felt like more than college years. I just shook my head. Then I realized that this must be the new house Crystal had told me her family moved into when she was back in Miami. I turned my head to see the yellow ass nigga I was arguing with was still standing there listening to our conversation, with a dumb ass expression on his face. Probably waiting for my attention again. I shot him a dirty look.

“How the hell y’all know each other?” His disrespectful, yellow, tall, rude, self asked looking between Crystal and I.

“Ya mama ain’t teach you manners. You can’t say sorry when you bump into people nor can you say excuse me when people are talking.” I asked more like stated. Crystal started dying.

“Nahh what you laughing for Crys… Niggas is rude. Where you met his ass at? Send the nigga back.” I said.

“Sometimes I wish I could but he’s 22. He can’t fit in my mama’s womb.” Crystal joked. That’s when it all hit me and I remembered when Crystal use to always complain that her older brother Chris is hardly home and how he became so lazy that he would even pay her to do his own laundry. That’s probably why I hardly seen him or was never introduced to him. Why didn’t she mention he was rude as shit. I know his mama taught him better then that. She was a sweet lady that adored me. Called me her second daughter since Crystal was her only. She made me feel welcomed. I use to sneak out my miserable household to Crystal’s house, only to get away from all the weeping and mourns due to my father’s death.

Being around depressed people really got to me and I didn’t know how to control my feelings. Even though her family was pretty much going through the same thing around the same time, I think they handled the situation way better than mine. It would only be Crystal, her younger brother André, and I slouched out on the long sofa in their living room watching any type of interesting movies on TV or DVD while stuffing our faces with chips and popcorn. Chris would usually pop up in the house for food or anything else then just leave without a say where he would be going. I knew it bothered Crystal that Chris became so distant towards their family and their mom was hardly home as well but only because she worked overtime and came in late from her job. Even when Crystal tried to talk to Chris; he would just wave her off and quickly rush out the house before a conversation would struck. Me and Crystal made history; did shit that both of us promised to never speak upon to others. Die with that shit. Some good, some bad… Alright not so much good but funny so it made us feel good. I missed her though but eventually I moved away for college and so did she. And we were both doing good. Still both attending and I guess she just started her summer break like myself. While away, we met up from time to time because we were too much of a distraction with each other. We both made a promise to our fathers that we were gonna go to college. As bad as we didn’t want too, we still did it. We had to do it separately for reasons that again I don’t wish to think or speak of. Crystal was one of my best bitches though… ride or die.We just had to get ourselves together before we fucked more shit up together. She was indeed my partner in crime also.

“Wait Chris don’t you remember Ariel?” She asked him.

“She use to always stay over with me and André at the old house.” She continued. Chris squinted his eyes and looked at me in thought for a few seconds.

Chris
      “Nahh I don’t remember her.” I lied. Of course I remembered her; she was at our old house nearly every day with Crystal and Dré. I always thought she was bad. Dré tried to get me to scoop her up but I told him I already had enough hoes. She wasn’t even that type of girl that I would just fuck and pass ‘cause she wasn’t a hoe. I know a hoe when I see one and to be exact she’s most likely not… she nearly slap the shit out of me for taking a glimpse of her ass. I walked off towards the bar in the back to get me something to drink.

“Ayee Breezy what you want?” My neighbor Erika asked, who was dealing with the bar tonight.

“Lemme get a shot of that Henny.” I spoke. I wasn’t planning on getting drunk tonight but a little henny wouldn’t do me any harm. She walked back over to me and handed me my drink. I started taking a sip but flinched when Dré came out of nowhere and slapped his hand on my shoulder.

“Wassgood bro!” He yelled. I gave him a head nod and continued to drink.

“I hope you ain’t drinking heavy tonight.” He stated. I laughed some and looked at him.

“Why do you even care?” I asked.

“Because, you suppose to be my ride back home.” He said.

“Nigga ain’t you staying here…” I chuckled.

“Nahh man were not finished moving…well I’m not. I still got some shit and my bed is still back at the old house.” He spoke with exhaustion in his voice.

“Why won’t you just stay at my crib in the extra room for tonight and I’ll help you get ya shit tomorrow morning…” I told him. I knew I wouldn’t be in the mood to make two stops tonight on my way home since I had a feeling my ass would be tired.

“’Aight cool, thanks bro.” He said as he gestured his hand to dap me up.

“Yooooooooo remember her…?” André was looking over towards his side and pointed towards where everyone was at.

“That’s Ariel—-damn—- she still bad as fuck.”  He said, pointing out the obvious.

“Word. She is and she also got a rude ass mouth. She lucky too..” I told him about the altercation we had a couple minutes ago before I realized who she was. Funny cause I was gonna get Crystal down here to fuck her smart ass up. It took everything in me not to do it myself. Andre was just laughing the whole time I was telling him. It’s crazy cause now that I look at it, I see how funny it really is and how much of a small world this is.

“Why you ain’t tryna get at that Chris? All she probably need is some dick to fix that lil attitude. Unless her lil spoil ass too good for dick. I mean my nigga it’s only right, and you ain’t neva front.” He joked. I laughed a little to myself. She probably did. Stuck up, spoiled ass. I couldn’t help but imagine teaching her some manners.

“So you got jokes now bro.” I asked him.

“I’m just saying, none of your hoes can top that one.” He said trying to give me a point.

“Nigga please, none of my hoes could top off that mouth. They know better.” I joked back.

“Fuck that man whatever. All I know is that the more you keep playing with your little catties, you gon’ end up paying child support for 18 years, that might be yo next bitch.” He told me. We both erupted in a fit of laughter.

“Nigga please, my shit stay strapped. Always.” I said ignoring the last part he said, then looking over at Ariel who looked a bit faded; gone off that liquor she was drinking. She was dancing with that girl she walked in with along with Crystal.

“And there you go looking at her, but can’t say shit. She faded off that liquor and you high off them illusions you making up in yo BIIIIGGG ass head.” He said dragging out big.

“Shut the fuck up” I told him.

“Ooh you mad bro?” He asked. I laughed at him for a second.

“Nahh nigga I’m cool. I know yo ass gon’ be mad when you have no ride home, and I don’t let yo ass stay at my crib.” I told him. He set his face straight.

“I love you Breeeeeezy.” He said mocking Jessica (one of my bitches). I just laughed. And he knew to hell I would really leave his ass just for the fun of it.

“Gay ass nigga.” I joked before getting up from the bar.
***

Almost everyone was dancing now; enjoying the life of this party. Girls were flinging themselves at me from left to right. I lost count of how many lap dances I received after the first couple of girls before I got up again. Then another one started dancing up on me. I wasn’t complaining though when I saw it was the one and only Ariel. I don’t even think she realized it was me she was dancing on but I still cooperated.

(Source: lifeafterdeathfanfic)

Ariel
I walked inside of the house and felt a little bit better that I went out to catch some fresh air, then get some ice cream and junk. I heard snoring coming from the living room, so I walked down the hall to come and find Howard sleeping horribly on the sofa. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and realized he had left the TV on which was showing ESPN First Take with Stephen A. Smith yelling at Skip Bayless for talking mess. I giggled a little at the sight. I find it funny how Stephen A. just made him look completely stupid and proved Skip’s whole scenario wrong. I kept giggling and started laughing out loud but stopped when I heard what must have been Howard’s throat clear from behind me. I turned around to see him sitting up straight on the sofa and just gave him a blank stare. He just looked back at me and cleared his throat once more.
“Yes?” I said with a really stink attitude.
“Ever since I met you, you’ve had this stink ass attitude like I did some shit to you…” he paused for sec.

“You kinda remind me of someone I know” he continued…

I walked out the living room completing ignoring him. While Howard on the other hand got up to follow me. I really wasn’t trying to start a convo with this nigga talkin ‘bout my attitude. I really don’t think he understands that I don’t like him for the simple fact that I just won’t ever be too fond by his presence….ever! He stays tryna build some type of relationship bond with me and Lexxie, but that shit ain’t ever gonna happen. Well I guess I’m just going to have to deal with it because it seems like my mom really likes Howard…. Ugh it makes my stomach turn, just thinking that my mom might even marry him. Oh hell no. I can’t let that happen, ‘cause that’ll officially make him my step father who I’ve never wanted.

I never realized I tuned him out completely as soon as I closed my bedroom door. That’s when I heard him say; “fuck it” followed by footsteps signaling that he had walked off probably back downstairs.

I had nothing to do so I decided to call my brother just to annoy him.

“Bugga!” I whined on the phone when he picked up; talking to whomever in the background.

“Nigga what I tell you bout calling me that? And what you want food, fat ass?” He questioned.

“No dumbass! I just wanna talk to one of my big brothers.” I said sweetly annoyed.

“Oh really..?” Justin asked.

“Yes.” I simply replied.

“Or you just bored?”

“Well, yeah both..” I said.

He chuckled lightly.

“What the hell did you do all day Ariee?”

“Nothing really… I guess”

“Well, why won’t you come cheel with ya bro tomorrow?”

“Why not today?” I asked.

“Because, I’m working on this track that I wanna finish today.”

“Awww” I pouted.

“Yeah, but I’ma get at you later though… aight?”

“Okay.” I said before hanging up.

I stayed quiet in my room, lying on my bed until I flinched at the
vibration of my phone. I looked over to where I just put my phone, at the side of me which showed Alexis’ cheesing face on the screen. I slid my
finger over the screen to answer.

“Heyyy hoe!”

“Wassup hoochie?”

“Nothing… Bored. I just finished talking to Justin & what you want?” I asked.

“Wellllll” she dragged.

“What is it?” I half yelled.

She just giggled on the other end. I stayed silent until she stopped giggling and told me what was up.

“So my friend is having this party tonight at her hou—

“Which friend of yours?” I said cutting her off.

“Jade…” she continued.

“Ya, but anyways she told me she’s having a welcome back party for her friend & shit and I want you to come with me, so you down?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m down and what time you coming home?” I asked.

“I’m on my way right now.” She said.

“Ok, see ya later.”

“Later.” She said. And we both hung up the phone.

Hours later
As soon as Alexis and I were dressed, we both headed straight out the house and into the car. When we drove off, I turn the radio on and sat back listening to the music on full blast. The drive there wasn’t really that long. We parked  two blocks away from the party since there was no parking anywhere near it. As we were walking towards the party, you could already hear the music blasting from the speakers and the Dj mixing beats together. I could also hear people screaming out the lyrics to Meek Mill - Burn like—
Chain all V.S. I ain’t with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O’s in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like…
We walked up in the party and there I seen what I expected… a crowd of loud ass happy people drinking and dancing like no tomorrow. There were even more people way in the back dry humping each other and smooching like legal idiots. Most of these people looked nearly drunk. I looked over to the side and caught a glimpse of a group of boys lighting it up with that good shit. Now I was really starting to like the atmosphere of this party and this house was fairly huge, it kind of reminded me of ours. Alexis grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bar area but I lost her when our grip loosened and that’s when I bumped into this tall ass nigga while I was looking around. We both stumbled into each other. I felt the sudden urge to slap the shit outta him for not looking where he was going and being so damn tall.

(Source: lifeafterdeathfanfic)