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Katherine
A couple days later

"Sean Amaru Lee, you'll be sentenced two years in jail with a pending bond" The judge finally said, as Officers went to hand cuffed him, he turned around and looked at us then putting his head down, and behind him walked his little friends.

Hennessy got up and walked out of the courtroom, and Anthony followed her. I sat there processing everything the judge said, my little brother getting three years.

I got up, and walked out where Hennessy was crying her eyes out hugging Anthony. He looked at me, standing his arms out, I join in the hug and let my tears out. It hasn't been a year, and so much has happened.

Delilah didn't even showed up to court, she was too busy to attend. I just feel like my mom was the glue to this family, I looked at Hennessy and wiped her tears.

"We gotta be strong, okay?" She nodded letting go of the hug "We can go visit him one of these days, but please focus on you" she gave me a weak smile

"I'll try to figure some out so he can get out" Anthony said pulling me closer to him

"You don't have to, I feel like he needs to learn from his mistakes but at the same time I don't want my brother going through that" I said "I just wish we were all close like before but I guess not"

"Why Delilah ain't come?" Hennessy asked, as we walked outside

"She had something to do" we got into Anthony car, and drove home in silence.

Omniscient

"Isn't your brother getting sentenced today?" Brad asked as his rolled a blunt

"I believe so" she said

"You should be with your folks shorty" he said as he light the blunt up, she was already fucked up from smoking a blunt with one of his homie last night at the party , she started smiling. "The fuck is funny?"

"Nothing, pass the blunt" she sat up straight, and Brad looked at her side ways

"You already high, you should go take a nap or go be with your folks" Brad said finishing his blunt

"Just say you don't want me here" she rolled her eyes, and got up but she felt dizzy and sat down quickly

"Becky!" Brad yelled as he put his blunt down, she came down downstairs with a ice pack to her head

"What?" She whispered

"The fuck where y'all doing last night?" He looked at her

"We went out to a party last night" Becky said sitting down next to Delilah

"And why she more fucked more than you?"

"Ion know, I just remembered us drinking and dassit" she said as she closed her eyes

"Dawg" he chuckle getting up going to the kitchen

Delilah slowly got up, walking to the bathroom and throwing up everything in her system. When she was done. She cleaned up after herself and walked to the kitchen, seeing Brad making soup.

She felt an empty spot inside her, yesterday she got so fucked up she didn't remember anything or felt anything. She needed some of what Brad friend gave him.

In her thoughts partying and getting fucked was more important than anything.

"Here some soup" Brad said placing a plate in-front of her and walked into the living room giving one to Becky.

He walked back to the kitchen cleaning up, Delilah slowly blow her soup and ate it.

Brad saw his friend Leaky pulled up, he walked to the front door

"You don't have a house" Leaky ran up, to him dapping him up

"I came to pick up my bag" leaky said walking in the kitchen getting some juice

"I'll go get it" Brad said walking upstairs

Leaky glance Delilah, as she placed her plate in the sink. She looked at him and noticed he was the guy at the party

"What's up, miss I can't hang" leaky chuckled

"I sure can hang" she giggle, taking a Advil with some water from the sink

"After the blunt , hell nah"

"The hell y'all put on it?" She asked looking at him, he pulled out a small zip bag with white Constance, "stop lying"

"Nah b, you also took a line of this but let me know whenever you tryna get fucked up" he smirked, and Brad walked in handing him his bag

"Go home nigga"

"I am, see ya" he said leaving out the door

Brad turned around to look at Delilah , "you good?" He asked looking at her who was zoomed out

"I-I'm fine" she smiled walking back to the living room.

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