July 30th
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"Bitch Zavier I'll outta fuck your ass up." I screamed throwing all his clothes out on the balcony. I wasn't trying to kill this man but every time he just made me wanna catch a case.

"Nigga it was just a mistake!" Zavier said running in from the bathroom only with his boxers.

"Cheating is a mistake to you." I looked back at him and started throwing everything I saw at him. "Nah you did that shit on purpose!" I yelled.

Zavier's anger rushed right through him as I kept throwing stuff at him and stormed his body over at while his muscles flexed of sweat and pushed me on on the bed.

"Stop fucking throwing shit on me man." Zavier said as I kept trying to push him off of me. "No get off me bitch!" I yelled as the pushing wasn't working so I started throwing punches at him.

Zavier blocked all my punches that I was throwing and got on top of me putting me in a headlock. If anyone knew him they would know he was strong as hell so it was hard to get him especially with me being skinnier and lankier than him.

"Zavier stop your choking me nigga." I said trying to take his strong grip off my neck. He softened his grip and took me out the headlock after I said that but then grabbed my neck and threw me against the wall.

"Nah you need to realize who you fucking with." Zavier said grabbing his gun out his pants and cocking it, I knew what he was capable of but I didn't think he was going to go this far to kill me.

"Zavier seriously chill the fuck out!" I yelled at him trying to push him away from me. "Nah fuck that, I cheated on your bitch ass so what?" Zavier said strengthening his grip around my neck.

Once he said that a whole full rage went through my head knocking out all of the apologetic thoughts and I just lashed out. I went fucking ballistic and Zavier knew what he was doing too. He would call me names, cheat and then manipulate his ways back to me and I would fall for it.

I pushed Zavier all the way off knocking his gun out of his hand throwing it across the room. I pulled my sleeves up and then just started rocking the shit out of him while he laid on the ground.

"Mph Mmph yeah bitch, fuck you." I said as I kept hitting him until I saw his face bled out from the hard punches I threw.

"Alright...alrig." Zavier said coughing up the blood pushing my arms away weakly.

I kicked him in his chest one last time just for the fun of it and then grabbed my things and left out of his apartment.

This was my last time with him and I meant that for good. Everybody thought we were just this so perfect gay couple but in all reality we weren't. We were much worst.

I made it outside from his apartment complex taking my tan sweatshirt out of my bag because there was blood splatters on my white tee and I didn't want to look suspicious going anywhere.

A tap went across my shoulder as I put on my sweatshirt and went to go in my car. "This Chase right?" A deep male voice spoke from behind me.

"What you want Brent?" I  asked turning around taking his hand off of my shoulder knowing exactly who the voice belonged to.

"Damn why you doin me like that son?" He asked with a small smirk that glided right unto his face.

"Cus I don't like your ass "son"." I said rolling my eyes and sliding my baseball cap on opening my door to the car but Brent stopped me before I could do anything. "But you know I like yours tho." He said.

I pushed him and got inside my car starting it up. I didn't have the time of day to deal with his horny feelings that was bothering him.

"Chase bro I'm playin just listen to me foo." He said knocking on my car door window as I shut my door.

Don't get me wrong Brent was cute as hell but I've been through that with him and he was a good fuck that's all and that's all it will ever be.

"Brent I don't got time man, if you wanna fuck just say that." I said rolling down my window while my other hand was placed on the steering wheel. Brent shook his head no. "Nigga I don't wanna fuck you, I'm just tryna talk." He said throwing the blunt out that he had in his hand.

"Go get a life and then come to me." I said rolling my window up and speeding off. That's all niggas say is that they "wanna talk" but never talk so I wasn't going for it especially dealing with Zavier's cheating ass.

I was going to go over to my mama's house for a little bit just to check up on her since she's been sick for a while but I contemplated on it because we didn't have the best relationship like other people do. She didn't know I was gay and I knew if she found out she'll probably send a hit man to kill me.

...

"Mama stop." I said as she kept pinching my ears looking at my earrings. She stepped back and looked at me with disgust and so on I already knew how this conversation was going to go. "Why you got earrings on like you a girl son?" She asked.

"Boys can wear earrings ma." My little sister said walking in smiling at me. She was the only one in my family who knew about me being gay and she supported it unconditionally which is why we had such a close bond.

She looked at my sister crazy like she was out of her damn mind. My mother was way back in time and I thought think she was ever going to get caught up.

"Nah them sissy's wear earrings not my boy." My mother said as her thick southern accent flew out. She was from Jackson, Mississippi and I could see why she could've been so homophobic the south didn't really claim gays for a while and probably still don't.

"I can wear earrings if I want too, it's a thing now anyways." I said leaning back on the wooden counters. My mother shook her head then walked back up to me gliding her finger on my face and my lips.

My little sister left out as she knew things were about to get heated and didn't want to get involved knowing that my mother would easily kick her out but it was fine if she did, I wanted her to stay with me.

"This better not be no makeup on my finger boy." She said looking at her finger and then giving me the death stare.

"Ma leave me alone damn." I said rolling my eyes. She was so frustrating to be around and everything had to be complaint with her.

"Nawl Chase what the hell is this?" She yelled as she started pacing back and forth on the kitchen floor.

"I'm gay woman damn!" I gave up as I stormed out the kitchen getting my things to leave out. I couldn't hold it in anymore she was going to put this on me forever and there's only so much you can take. 

"Chase you betta get the fuck back here young man." She said following me.

I didn't respond and just left out of her house as she stood on the front door step with her hands on her hips. Typical look of a mad woman.

"Chase I dare you to get in that car!" My  mother screamed as her teeth gritted.

I did exactly what she said and I got in my car starting it up and then pulling off. I've had enough of everybody's bullshit today and I needed to sleep it off. I was going to call my sister a little bit later to get her out of that lady's house.

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July 31st
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"Man I'll slap any nigga named Corbyn." I said as me and Micah walked to the corner store to pick up some backwoods.

Her and Corbyn recently broke up which wasn't really none of my business at first but it became mine when he started blaming her for the reason he got shot. I felt as that was a low ass blow especially when he's known to have been gang affiliated a while ago.

"Chase chill out, you've been heated since yesterday." Micah said as she opened the door to the corner store. I held it as she walked in first and I followed after her. She was right I've been in rage for a nice 24 hours but it genuinely wasn't my fault. "People just always want to fuck with Chase." I shrugged.

"Shit people always wanna fuck with Micah too." She said as we walked over to freezers filled with liquor.

We were going to get tipsy tonight to relieve all the stress we've been going through lately. It was just bullshit season for everyone I guess. The city girls were right when they said act up.

"Have you talked to Eve and Dylan since that happened?" I asked her taking out the Hennessy from the top shelf.

"Well I've been messaging her but the texts haven't gone through to either of them so I guess they ain't fucking with the kid right now." She spoke up.

I believed her especially with Eve since usually you would take your brothers side in a situation like this but it wasn't like Micah was a random stranger to her that's her best friend but to each it's own.

"That's pretty understandable, I haven't spoken to them in a while either but it's no beef I hope." I said as we walked up to the register.

"Yeah I know Dylan's busy with the rapper East but it's just like our friendship is falling apart once again." She said and I nodded in agreement. "Yeah but atleast I ain't never fuck up our relationship." I said. 

"Is that all for you two?" The cashier asked us.

"Can you get us them passion fruit swishers for me." I said pointing to the top of the shelves.

"You tryna get fucked up huh?" Micah said laughing as the cashier brung the swishers down.

"Shit this ain't nothin." I said taking out my wallet pulling out a $50 dollar bill.

"That'll be $36.29 sir." The guy said.

I slid him the $50 dollar bill and then we grabbed the bag and left out walking back to my place that Micah has been staying over after she moved out of Corbyn's place.

It was already late at night while we were walking back but it wasn't a long distance from my home so we would back in a good few minutes.

"How single life been treatin ya?" I asked as I popped open the Hennessy bottle and took a slug of it. She looked at me with disgust of how much I was guzzling down. "It's been exactly how it was before I met him, can you not by the way." Micah said.

"What? you just a pussy." I shrugged taking another sip of it. Real niggas take the whole bottle.

"Yeah i ain't gon be no pussy when your liver shrink the fuck up." Micah said rolling her eyes and grabbing the back wood out of the bag.

"Girl bye." I laughed.

While we were in the middle of talking we saw a group of guys standing on the end of my block with a whole bunch of cars parked around them.

"So do niggas usually just be out at 12 in groups like this?" Micah asked pulling from her blunt.

"I mean they be like hoodlums but them niggas seem fine as hell so I don't mind." I said chuckling.

"Nigga you didn't even answer my damn question, swear you just be in your own world." Micah said taking another pull then letting her blunt out.

We walked passed the guys as they stared at us for a good 5 minutes like we were their prey or something or maybe because I was being loud as fuck on this sidewalk from being a lightweight drunk.

"Micah I just feel like fucking twerki....." I slurred as I kept laughing until Micah took the bottle out of my hand and put it back in the bag. "Chase shut up." She said.

"That nigga a fucking fag yo." A guy from the group pointed out and the rest of his friends started laughing. This was the type of shit that made me mad and just wanted to fight for the rest of my life.

"Let it go, Chase, their irrelevant." Micah said looking back at them.

"Yo faggy come back here!" The same guy yelled out as we were still walking away.

We ignored them and kept walking these past two days has officially been labeled the worst days of my damn life. I got hate from guys all the time because I was openly gay on social media but in person, nobody could really tell except people close to me.

Micah grabbed my hand to make it seem like we were a couple so they would stop with the unnecessary gay jokes but they just kept going and after a while, they started following us.

"Micah, why are they doing this?" I said as she kept a stronghold grip onto my hand and we sped up the pace of our walking.

"Chase we live in a world full of hate, we're going to be ok though." She said as we looked at each other it felt this was going to be the last time. I've never felt this scared before because I wasn't any simp but this shit just ain't feel right.

"Yeah fuck ass nigga." One of the guys snuck me from the back and started punching as I fell on the ground.

"Get off him what the fuck." Micah said trying to push them off me but the others rushed and pushed her on the ground then started to jump me.

"Fuck with my brother again hoe, I'll kill ya ass." One of them said as he pulled me up and held me so the other one could get hits in.

"Stop!" Micah screamed.

He let me go and dropped me on the ground as the rest of his friends hopped in the black truck that came from out of the blue.

"Tell me why I shouldn't murk ya ass right na." He said pulling out his glock and pointing it at me.

"Ima call the cops, leave him alone!" Micah yelled trying to help me but he pulled out another gun and pointed it at her.

We were in a fucked up situation and I knew exactly how I got in it.

To be continued...