This chapter bout long asf but y'all gon like it.
Sincere POV
I rushed back out the door and to my car heading to the address Shawn sent me.
I had called off cus i ain't know how long this was gon take.
Shawn just told that Se'Kani's been doing drugs and that he just tried to kill himself.
Even though we ain't on good terms I still love his momma and daughter like they my own so I can't just sit there and let this happen.
He told me Se'Kani wanted help, if I get there and he don't wanna be helped then I can't do nothin for him.
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I pulled up to this mini mansion type place and knocked on the double doors.
I could hear footsteps on the other side before Shawn opened it.
He look like he was goin through it right now.
Like he had mixed emotions. Hurt, disappointed, angry, and a lil bit of hatred.
But the thing about that is, I don't think it's towards Se'Kani but towards himself.
I held my arms open cus he looked like he needed it.
He walked into my arms and I felt his body relax as he let out a sigh.
"Can you help him, I can't do it nomo".
"I want to but I can't, ion like seein him like this".
"It's okay, I got it".
"Thank you".
He grabbed his belongings and walked out the door.
I waited til I heard him pull off to walk toward Se'Kani who was asleep on the couch.
I looked around the room seein pills, weed, and liquor bottles.
I actually felt bad for him.
"Se'Kani".
"Se'Kani wake up".
I shook him and eyes slowly opened and connected with mine.
"Sin? I miss you babygirl, I need you".
"Can you let me help you Se'Kani? This is bad for you".
He looked around the room in confusion and nodded.
"I need help".
I nodded standing wit his hand in mine pullin him up.
"Where yo room"?
He pointed to the room right above the stairs and I nodded makin my way to it.
As I was walking him to his room he started throwing up on hisself and all on the floor and my shoes.
I gagged a lil bit but pushed through it.
I took off my shoes and continued to his room and into his bathroom.
"You need to get it all out Se'Kani".
I guided him to the toilet and no sooner than I lifted the toilet seat he was throwing up again.
I patted and rubbed his back as he let it out.
"You done"?
I asked seeing he had stopped and he shook his head as more came up.
He repeated that for a solid 2 minutes before he was actually done.
"Come on, come brush yo teeth".
I let him handle that while I started his shower.
