Ashanti has finally met her match when she leaves her dear city of Chicago, Illinois. Her main goal is to follow her missions and when it comes down to it she may have kill if that's her last resort. Her love lies with one man, but when she steps in...
"No one told me life would be this way! I swear nobody told me Guess this is the game we chose to play Crazy how it's always been the same! People dying every day, that ain't nothing new When you from downtown, downtown! Out here tryna make a way I won't let these niggas take me down-down, down!" - Downtown, August Alsina.
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• Apollo Jordan
Thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump, THUMP!
Heart racing like a bat in its cave. My eyes shot open immediately feeling the blood rush to my brain. Eyes blurry, trying to focus on where I was exactly. Looking around trying to move my arms up I couldn't. Fixing my eyes upward, I quickly noticed... my ankles were chained as my entire body was suspended from the air.
"Shit..." I mumbled trying to figure out how to get myself out of this sticky situation. Hearing my name being called. Looking to my left, I spotted a middle aged woman. She had brown hair with strands of gray hairs. The woman was beautiful - entirely too beautiful.
"Apollo, baby how did you get your troublesome self into this mess?" My eyes bucked but I closed them so tight I felt wetness escaping the edges of my tight eyes. "Don't be scared baby. It's momma..."
"No! No, my mama is dead! She's... dead!" I yelled. Trying to think of antigen else but this. Trying to get this vision, this imagination out of my head. Then I felt her soft hands running down my face. My eyes shot open, looking at her face upside down. Licking my lips my mouth became extremely dry.
"Mom? It can't be..."
"Just listen to me, Apollo. It's not your time to go yet baby. I'm so - so sorry for leaving you my sweet. I should've protected you from your father harder than I did." I can't cry, can't cry, cant cry! But I did.
"It wasn't your fault. He killed you mom! How did he love you so much but he murdered you in cold blood!" Her smooth thumb rubbed across my forehead. Wiping away the salty tear.
"Shhh, it was both our faults baby." I closed my eyes as a flash went off. Opening them back, there I was standing. But I was looking at someone's back. Looking around I instantly knew where I was. Pupils widening when my parents came into view. My younger self watched helplessly. Clothes tossed up, mud in my shoes, glasses broken on the floor.
There was nothing I could do, my father was roaring and my mother was meowing. Wiping my eyes I tried to pry this nightmare from my head. I didn't want to relieve this!
