September 10th
It was officially the weekend again, and Chloë was moping around her room per usual, her parents still hadn't returned home yet so she had been surviving off of weed, water, and whatever she got to eat at work.
Kim and Cameron would always leave for periods of time without leaving her anything, yes, Chloë has a job but she makes 12 dollars an hour plus she gets paid biweekly.
On top of making 500 dollars sometimes less stretch for two weeks, she had to buy everything for herself, basic necessities like food, soap, sanitary products, clothes, shoes, school supplies.
She pretty much depended on herself for everything.
The only thing her parents did do was provide her with a roof over her head, which wouldn't be much longer because they let her know on her 18th birthday she'd be getting kicked out.
That's what really prompted her plan to end her life before her birthday, she had been mistreated since birth, going through shit at such a young age that nobody should, being homeless just wasn't another hit Chloë was willing to take.
She felt like she's lived enough of a shitty life to not want to add more onto it.
Currently Chloë was tremendously high, lying on her bed with her head hanging off of the end, just thinking.
She didn't work on weekends, so this was pretty much her normal routine minus the being high, that was something new that she'd come to enjoy, curtesy of her new friend Delaney, whom speaking of hadn't hit her up all day.
Chloë texted him a few times but decided to leave him alone when he didn't respond.
She was trying to not be so clingy, she'd been with him almost everyday since they've met, she thought that maybe he was tired of her.
It wouldn't be a first, so shockingly this didn't hurt her as bad, "you came in the world alone, lived life alone and you'll die alone Chloë" she mumbled to herself.
Feeling lazy Chloë decided to get up and tidy her room, she had a bunch of random stuff in every corner.
Random books, loose papers, small figurines, plushies that vary in size, plus way more. She also decided to finally fold up her clothes that had been on her bed for and chair for a couple days.
After about an hour of cleaning Chloë came across a box under her bed, it had been there for a while seeing as I had a little dust on top of it.
Grabbing the black wooden box and going to sit on her bed, Chloë opened it.
She was met with an old picture of her, her older sister and their parents from when they went on a trip one year.
It was the one week out of her life where shit felt normal, where she wasn't depressed, where she wasn't verbally abused by her parents, one week where they were just a normal family.
Tears instantly started instantly pouring down Chloë's face, "you've been doing good all week" she mumbled to herself.
She hadn't had a meltdown in a whole week which is a new record for Chloë.
Seeing that picture just struck a nerve in her heart, just knowing that the people that are supposed to love you the most couldn't give a single fuck about you hurts.
Putting the picture back in the box and rummaging around she saw something that brought back so many memories.
The pills she had taken the first few times she overdosed.
A sense of familiarity washed over the young girl, reminiscing on her previous suicide attempts.
"Boy did I get my ass beat that time" she thought chuckling a little bit.
Chloë looked at the bottle thinking, they were Percocet pills from when she broke her arm.
Shaking a little she opened the bottle taking two out, Chloë wasn't very knowledgeable on the effects certain drugs had on people but she'd heard a lot about people taking pills, percs in specific so she just wanted to see what would happen.
If she did end up dying then what the fuck, it wasn't that big a deal to her, life itself wasn't.
After swallowing the pills dry Chloë laid back waiting to feel anything.
30 minutes later a complete state of euphoria had taken over her mind, not even being able to think about how bad of a hand she was dealt.
"My girl liddy used to always smoke, cigarettes when she couldn't sleep" Chloë lowly sung swaying her head back and forth and she melted into the bed.
Feeling like everything around her was moving in slow motion Chloë decided to stay put and enjoy having a blank mind while she could.
Cigarettes out the window by Tv Girl blared throughout the small room creating unmatched vibes.
Once Chloë started to feel her eyes get heavy she let sleep take over her.
~~~~~~~~~
"I still don't get why we can't have our phones! Laysia could've called me" Ky complained as the boys walked back into the trap house from the back door.
The back door was only for certain people to use since it led to the back where a lot of valuable shit was held.
"Ky shut up, why would we bring our phones on a lick?" Glock asked looking at Ky like he was stupid.
"Whatever" he muttered back walking ahead of the group to collect his cellular device.
"That boy scared as hell he done missed Laysia call" Jaceei said laughing.
The rest of them followed suit laughing as well, as they picked up their phones powering them back on.
Nobody knew why Joelle made them power them off even though they weren't taking them.
Honestly it was because he didn't feel like hearing all the dings and pings from their constant notifications, he would always tell them to silence the phone but every time somebody would forget too.
"Damn" Delaney said under his breath looking at the texts that Chloë had sent him.
He hoped and prayed she didn't think he was ignoring her, he sent a quick text exposing why he hadn't texted her back before doing what he had to do so he could go home.
"Aight pops, I'm finna head to the crib, you good?" Delaney asked his father looking more exhausted than ever.
"Yeah, I'm good, get home safe lil nigga, and we havin' dinner at ya mom's house tomorrow so be there at 7" Joelle told him.
"Aight, love you" Delaney said before making his departure.
"Love you too" Joelle semi yelled back loud enough for him to hear as he walked throughout the house towards the front door.
Delaney made it to his car making a b line home so he could shower.
The whole ride he just thought about random shit, what he would eat, what he had on his schedule for tomorrow, some dumb shit Tay said earlier, and mostly Chloë.
He truly did enjoy spending time with her, he thought she was the most beautiful human being he had ever encountered inside and out.
Even though they'd only known each other for a few weeks.
"I'm such a sap ass nigga" Delaney said to himself shaking his head as he laughed a bit.
Delaney was always one to communicate how he felt, as a man he thought being intact with your emotions was something that was needed.
I doesn't make you a bitch because you feel.
Anyone that says other wise can stick their opinion where the sun don't shine.
Finally making it home Delaney went straight to his bedroom grabbing his necessities before hopping in the shower.
He was really one of the cleanest men ever, he didn't like a lot of mess, he could handle a little clutter but you would never see it in his house.
Delaney took care of himself, his hair stayed moisturized and done, he practiced skin care, kept his hands and feet up to par, and he damn sure didn't play about his teeth.
Niggas loved to call him "pretty boy" to get under his skin, but in all actuality it didn't bother him.
He just chalked it up to them niggas being dirty and hating on him.
Because not only was he a clean ass nigga he took care of his body, he didn't do hard drugs, No pills, lean none of that.
He only smoked weed, now he has had a time in his life where he didn't indulge in the bullshit but once you see what it does to your body it turns you off of it.
The only bad thing was Delaney frequently ate out because he couldn't cook, well he could cook a few things but who wants to eat spaghetti or Rotel dip every night.
Thinking about what he'd have for dinner Delaney exited the shower going into his bed room, he moisturized his body with coconut oil as well as his hair.
Once he was dressed he went back in the bathroom to do his skin care, before bc pulling his curls into a ponytail.
After spraying a little cologne Delaney sat on his bed, picking his phone up. He seen that Chloë hadn't responded to him which was unusual so he decided to just pop up on her.
At Chloë's house
"Why you didn't answer my text?" Delaney asked Chloë, he had just pulled up to her house a. Purple minutes ago.
They were now upstairs in her room, he noticed she cleaned up.
"I was sleep, I'm surprised I slept that long" she said chuckling a bit.
"Mm, I brought you food" he said showing her the Popeyes bag, he got them the same thing they got previously.
"Thank you Laney" she said, he almost melted at the nickname, "you know you in there when she give you a nickname" Delaney thought smiling.
"You welcome C" he said back
They both sat on Chloë's bed eating Popeyes, just talking.
"Yeah, but I thought you were ignoring me" a high Chloë admitted makings Delaney's face scrunch up.
"Why would I be ignoring you?" He asked putting ketchup on the rest of his fries.
"I don't know, people get tired of me really fast, so it wouldn't have surprised me if you did too" she said looking at her food.
Her demeanor was chill, he knew she was being for real just saying what she felt and that was the sad part.
"Chloë" Delaney called out.
"Hmm" she answered
"I'll never get tired of you" he said smiling making her smile as well.
Have y'all ever looked a nigga and just wondered why you ever liked them?😭😭 like this man is just a walking ick to me now like ion even miss him nm atp🤣🤣
Y'all ts been in the draft for a min, I fg about it😭 but I'm about to update Lml as well, because I haven't updated in a lil minute.
But Chloë and Delaney are so tute🥹🥹 I'm tryna get like them fr. Hopefully I find me a man that doesn't act like a damn child🙂
Anywayssss I'm posting another chapter after this because it's also in the drafts.
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