𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲; 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭. 𝟕

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His heart beat fast as the two officers pointed their guns at them. He was scared and wasn't sure what to do. They were screaming and yelling and all he wanted to do was go home.

"Sir, I'm trying to get my registration like you said! Stop yelling!" His brother, Jason, shouted back.

All they were trying to do is figure out why they were getting pulled over. They were just two black men in the car, bumping to their music having a good ole brotherly time.

"Sir, keep your hands up!" The officer shouted, gripping his gun tighter.

"I'm getting my registration!" Jason said back, reaching over the passenger side. He watched his brother attempt to open the glove department to get his things, but the officers thought otherwise.

"He got a gun!" The officer shouted then started firing directly at his brother.

His eyes widened as he watch the officer shoot his brother five times. His brother leaned over, unresponsive.

"Jason!" He exclaimed, shaking his brother. He leaned him back seeing his eyes wide open, his white shirt now bloody.

"Jason!" He shouted again, feeling himself about to cry. "JASON!"

"Get out the car!" The other officer shouted, aggressively opening the car door. The officer grabbed him and he tried to get him off him.

"You killed my fucking brother!" He shouted as the officer pulled him out the car.

He aggressively put him on the ground and put his hands behind his back.

"YOU KILLED MY FUCKING BROTHER!" He kept shouting as the officer cuff him.

Tears roll down his cheek as the officer stayed on top of him, refusing to get up.

"Get off me! Get my brother!"

shut his eyes tightly trying to get rid of the bad memory. That day was the day he would never forget. It was just a week before he ended his junior year. His brother was going off to the military and they were having time together before he left.

He ended up losing his only biological brother. The only person that really understood him. The only one that helped him with his anger issues and his bipolar depression. So, to lose the only person that kept him sane made him go insane.

Because of that, Jahseh issues got worse. He got PTSD from it, his anger issues got worse, and he had serious depression. He refused to leave his room for the whole summer. He starved himself as long as he could, didn't shower or anything.

He wanted his brother back and since he couldn't get him back, he didn't care about anything else. Unfortunately, he had to leave his room today because it was the first day of school. And he had to go because he had promised his dad he would. It was his senior year, and as much as he wanted to experience it, he really didn't have the energy.

Hearing a knock come from his door, he let out a low sigh. He turned on his side, away from the door then pulled his blanket over his face.

"Jahseh!" He heard his dad deep voice shout on the other side of the door.

He ignored his dad hoping he would walk away. But, he knew that wasn't going to happen. Apollo opened the door, a frown plastered on his face once he seen his son dirty room. Clothes were everywhere, uneaten food on his nightstand while shoes were thrown all over the place. He knew what battle his son was going through, but he wanted him to keep a clean room at least.

"Jahseh, I know your not sleep." Apollo, strong and powerful voice, said with aggression.

He understood everything his son was going through. He went through the same emotions from losing his very own son. But, sometimes you just have to get up and keep it moving. Something Jason told them all the time.

"Jahseh, I'm giving you five minutes to get up or I'll force you up. And I know you don't want that, so pick your poison. Get up on your own and get forced?" Apollo gave him an ultimatum, not having the energy to fight with his son this early in the morning.

He was an old man, and he didn't want to waste the little bit of energy he had inside him on his son attitude. Not wanting to put up a fight, Jahseh moved the blanket from his face then slowly sat up on his bed.

"Good choice, you have thirty minutes before we leave." Apollo slam the door shut and Jahseh roll his eyes.

He wasn't sure why his dad was trying to act all hard. After his mom left and he met his new woman, his dad went soft. The young woman his dad was now married to was a pretty, but annoying lady. Jahseh hated her for many different reasons.

She complained a lot and acted like a child. When she didn't get her way, she would pout and do doggy eyes. He expected his little sister, Tootie, to act like that. Not a grown woman.

And speaking of Tootie, his room door opened again and in walked a pretty, little brown skin girl. Her hair in two pigtails with red bows and she was wearing a red and black dress. Jahseh ignored her presence, getting off his bed. He sigh to himself again as he started searching through his pile of clean clothes.

He found a simple outfit he could wear for the day. His school didn't have uniform which was a plus in his eyes. Which meant he could walk out the house in sweats and call it a day. Sadly, his dad didn't like that. He didn't want his son to look like a bum, but Jahseh didn't mind. If his mom was one, then maybe he could be one as well.

Once he had everything laid out, he grabbed his freshly washed towel that he hadn't used in a week. He walked to the door, walking past Tootie and headed down the hall. Tootie followed behind him, right on his heels.

"Twenty-eight minutes, Seh!" Apollo shouted from downstairs.

Jahseh roll his eyes, walking in the bathroom. He was about to shut the door, but seen Tootie. He tuck in his lips bending down to her height.

"We go through this all the time, Tootie. You can't be in the bathroom with me." He told her, taking her thumb out her mouth.

"So, just wait for me in my room. Okay?" He asked and she nodded her head, putting her thumb back in her mouth.

He shook his head, standing back up. He pushed her lightly out the bathroom then shut the door and lock it. Pulling back the shower curtains, he turned the knob turning on the water.

He might as well practice his happy face cause he was going to need it today.

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"That same pout on your face since the eighth grade." Dexter exclaimed, standing beside Jahseh.

Jahseh nodded his head, opening his locker after having a hard time. He swung the door opened and Dexter quickly moved out the way.

"Well, damn!" He exclaimed then chuckling.

"Sorry." Jahseh apologized, shutting his locker door. He put his bag on his back and the two friends started walking.

Dexter was Jahseh only friend. They became friends in the eighth grade when Dexter was the new kid. It was obvious that Dexter was a special child. The bright colors he wore, the sass in his voice and walk. The flirty look he gave boys he found cute. Everyone knew he was gay, even Jahseh.

And with a gay man comes homophobic people, specifically heterosexual men. Dexter got bullied for being himself. He would walk down the hall then be pushed in a locker. His head dumped in the toilet and people steady calling him a faggot.

It was an everyday thing and something a lot of people wouldn't be able to handle. Getting punched and picked on everyday because of your sexuality was terrible. But, Dexter always kept a smile on his face and that's what angered them the most.

That was until he ended up meeting Jahseh. He expected Jahseh to be like the other boys and pick on him, but he was the complete opposite. They started to hang out and neither one of them cared about the others preference.

Cause why should they?

Jahseh knew what was to come with hanging out with Dexter and he didn't care. He wasn't going to trip over something so little when he had much more important things to worry about.

"Sooo, you think this school year going to be different?" Dexter sparked up conversation.

Jahseh shrugged his shoulders, Dexter nodded his head. He knew what had happen over the summer to Jahseh brother. It had hurt him too since he seen Jason as his own brother as well. He couldn't imagine losing any of his family members. Even though, they despised the way he was, he didn't want to lose them.

The two friends put their attention on a group that were loud. Jahseh shook his head already getting annoyed. He hated those type of girls who were loud as fuck in the morning. Steady hearing "bestfriend!" was annoying.

Dexter chuckled as they walked past them. "You know the cheerleaders are going to be so happy when you get back out on the field." He told him as they walked in the crowded cafeteria.

That was where all the students were, so they could get the different grades organized. Two two found a table in the far back and sat down.

"I don't know why cause I'm not playing football." Jahseh finally said and Dexter mouth dropped open.

"Are you serious?" He asked and Jahseh nodded his head.

"Come on, Jahseh we need you on the team. Remember your the one that gave us the championship, so you have to play." Dexter tried to convince him, but Jahseh wasn't having it.

Football just wasn't his passion anymore. He just wanted to get through school and graduate. What he decide to do after, who knows, but he wasn't worrying about that right now.

Passing his senior year was what he was worrying about.

"Your going to play, you just don't know it." Dexter told, Jahseh scoffed shaking his head.

"I'm not."

"You will."

"Okay."

Dexter gave him a smile knowing he had won the conversation. Hearing the principal come on the speaker, everyone turned their attention to the stage. Jahseh put his hood on then put his head down.

He was ready to go.

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