JinXeD🔱 {Book 2}

Chapter Twelve

Author's Note
This chapter features everyone!
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|{TJ James & Harlem Bell}|

"You need to go out there and handle this like a man before that boy come in here," Harlem's mom demanded, drunkenly. "He been standing there looking like his eyes shoot bullets for a hour, and you in here hiding like a little bitch." She pointed her finger accusingly at Harlem, referring to Trouble.

Harlem looked like he wanted to scream as he shoved more clothes into a duffle bag. As much as he had too much pride, his sanity demanded for him to get the fuck away from these people for a bit before he completely lost his shit.
And right now that meant going to stay at TJ's condo for a little while.

All he had to do now was figure out a way to get past his cousin who was camped outside waiting for him. He was having a bad enough day as it was, and the last thing his mental health needed was this bullshit.

Harlem was particularly sad about how things are with his family because it hadn't always been like this. He could remember a time when Trouble had been carefree and lighthearted. They had been cool when they were kids, but then his cousin got caught up in his father's shit or whatever the fuck he was on and became a thorn in Harlem's flesh.

He truly wished he had even a single SANE person in his family tree, but sadly he didn't. That was fucked up.

The more Harlem tried to wait his cousin out, the more he felt like a pussy. Which was how he ended up marching outside, intending to get into his car and out this bitch with as less confrontation as possible.

"Yo can I hold a twenty?!!" Kayan yelled behind him as he exited the apartment.

You could hold my foot shoved up your throat. Harlem thought, bitterly.

"Aw look who stopped acting like a lil ass bitch and came out tha house!" Trouble coo'd mockingly, grinding Harlem's ever loving nerves to the hilt.

"I'm not in the mood man."

"Get in the mood then nigga, this ain't no joke. I'm tryna talk to you bout important shit and you crying about your little hurt feelings, who gives a fuck about that? Ain't nobody feelings in the game nígga, sit the fuck up!" Trouble barked at Harlem, blocking his part, while members of their crew littered around.

Harlem took deep breaths and tried to calm down. He could feel a blackout coming on, an episode like none he'd ever had, and he didn't want that. He hadn't had an outburst since he got with TJ and he so wanted to keep it that way. But this man right here in his face had all the recipe that was needed to push him over the edge.

"Look Trey, I gotta be somewhere important soon. What do you want?"

"Where you gotta be huh? To see your lil boyfren? We got bodies of our people dropping inna streets everyday and you talking about fairy shit. The fuck is wrong wit'chu!?"

Harlem felt every bone in his body twist and turn in absolute rage, yet he tried to control it and stay calm. TJ needed him right now and he sure as hell ain't giving him nothing less than his most stable self.

"When you was disrespecting Mr Ring what did you think was gon happen huh? You thought they was finna let that slide and throw you a party? This is all your fault nígga! TAKE SOME FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY!" Harlem snapped.