ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ - ʀᴜᴇ's ᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

"it's just me against the world baby"

Ash patiently waited for emori to spill the beans on how shit actually went down.

And emori tried her best not to narrate the story with too much passion and therefore wake her older brother up since he had school the following day.

Why hasn't she been going?

She was lucky enough to have been drugged by a dealer and been admitted in hospital at just the right time for the teachers to be worried about your well-being.
Basically, she's missing school for a few days.

Anyways, let's meet the family.

Sadè imana jones. a motherfucking g.

Gang life was never new to her, it was more like home.
At 16, she was already apart of a literal mafia, mostly because she was smart and also fearless, which is the best combo to have in the drug dealing business.

She was also unhinged.

[simoultaneous silenced gunshots]

"Burn in hell" she whispered as she shot at an already dead body, tears too stubborn to fall down her face

"Alright alright sadè, that's enough" a man held her gun down as he calmed the angered teen down

"Cant kill a dead bitch" the echo of the voices in the parking lot filled the area

"Just being careful" Sade defended, lowering the gun

"Who was this bitch anyways?" another man asked, puffing the cigarette in his hand

"...Stepmother" she eventually told, "aka the devil" she admitted, wiping the sweat off her face with the jean jacket that belonged to her father.

But who could blame her, her stepmother was quite literally...the devil.
On many occasions, her stepmother tried to get rid of her for drug money. Which would've worked if she didn't sell drugs herself.

No one, who knew what sadé had done, was able to decipher how she could get away with all of this. But she was smart as a whiff, so i get it.

But the least smartest thing she's ever done, was marry emori's father.

Daniel leroy, the bad boy of his high school era.
Not only was he an absolute hunk, but also one of the rivals of the gang that sadé was apart of.
Oh, and he was british.

But the relationship was easily driven by infatuation, which drew her away from how shitty he really was. She also liked the attention...

Daniel's piercing stare forced Sadé to turn to his passionate look

"...Say it" he commanded under his warm breath, his strong accent causing shivers over sadè's body

"Say what?" she daringly asked, both alone in the getaway car

"Say you want me right here, right now" he confidently said, staring deeply into sadé's big brown flaming eyes

"..." she was speechless, looking up and down at him, before the both of them dove into a rough passionate kiss, hands all over each other's eager bodies.

Yeah...super physical relationship, but they were young...19 years young

Before they had married, they had a rough patch.
Huge fight, Daniel wasn't showing up to the house, he'd practically gone missing, the usual bullshit.

But she was heartbroken, furious and drunk out of her mind...

And coincidentally, there stood Daniel's best friend, Lamar Creed. Also heartbroken and drunk. So, would they trauma bond and hug it out?

— They fucked. for the days that Daniel wasn't around. But how could she have overlooked him, he was a sweetheart.

Then after about two weeks out of the blue...

[door bell ringing]

Sadè unmindfully walked to the to door, looking down as she opened it to find—

"Sadè, my love. i'm sorry i was gone, but i've been thinking about this long and hard..."

Her heart dropped as she found daniel at the doorstep and on his knees, begging for a marriage proposal.

How could she resist?

[faint wedding bells]

Mrs Sadè Imani Leroy. sounded good, so how bad could it be?

She obviously made sure to keep her dark secret as far away as possible, but what she didn't know was...she got pregnant with lamar's baby...

[baby wailing]

And she named him...

"Oscar Cyrus Leroy" she smiled at the newborn boy as all of the doctors bombarded the new born with masked smiles and sweaty faces

They may not have known it yet, but Oscar really was the one who would keep them sane, the tiebreaker in the family since he was quite mature.

Whatever anger or frustration oscar had buried deep inside, he'd take it out on other things like music and sports, basketball was his favorite.

"LETS GO KEEP IT UP LEROY" the coach cheered with passion as the basketball grounds squeeked and balls being thrown all over

It might've been a good thing that he wasnt Daniel's biological son, and therefore nothing like him.
Because unlike him, Oscar could control his emotions and communicate frustration.

He was always the overprotective type— when he wanted to be.
But if you were really special to him, he'd stick by your side no matter what.

Especially with his younger sister.

Emori Moon Leroy.
The dancing and musical prodigy; she used dancing and music as a way to express herself.

Both of the siblings learned their instrumental side from her father, which is probably why they try to avoid it and forget him and the horrible things he's done.

Plus, dancing was her all. But that didn't shy away from the fact that she was just as insane as her mother...

[gunshots]
[piercing screams]

"SHUT THE FUCK UP OR ILL BLOW YOUR SHIT OFF, YOU DICKHEAD" 9 1/2 year old Emori yelled, holding a gun up to a scrawny man. Her british accent was still intact back then

"Ok, Moon that's enough. Think he's somewhat-- learned his lesson" Sadè told her daughter, strutting powerfully in her five inch red bottoms to stand in front of the scrawny man who cried in pain

Sadè swiftly lifted her head to 13 year old Oscar, gesturing her hand, in which he enforced grip on the baseball bat he carried and—

[muffled thump]
[groaning]

"Great work, bubs. And 'Scar, straight to the point. Awesome. Now...who wants ice cream?" Sadé gracefully commented, as they all ignored the suffering man

[me against the world by tupac playing]

Fast forward to a year later...

"It's just me against the world Ooh, ooh"

Heavy panting and anxiety plagued emori, oscar and seb as they all ran for their precious lives. And no, it wasn't only the cloudy sky that they were running away from.

"See where listening to you and your shit plans get me?" 10 year old Emori asked her tween brother as her voice shook from the sprinting. She felt an occasional sharp pain on the left sheen, but the adrenaline forced her to dismiss her discomfort.

"MAYBE LISTEN BETTER— I DONT KNOW" Oscar yelled with his cracky voice

"You can shit talk later, guys." Seb soon advised as they ran across neighborhoods, hearing loud thunder from above

"This way" Seb ordered, all three taking a sharp turn to the right, parkouring over boxes and bins. They stopped by a thatch shelter of a nearby park, catching their breaths

"Emori your leg! You got some first aid, Seb?" oscar asked in concern as his sister scratched her leg and got a pretty deep cut

"Shit" she looked down, only realizing now where the pain was from.

"How the fuck did you not feel that— it's most of your leg that's sliced." Seb asked her, scared and impressed

"Not many have the gift, Seb...especially not prepubescent boys" she teased, weakly chuckling as her brother examined the large cut

"you gotta get yo shit tied up, 'Mori" Oscar told as she winced in pain

"I saw a garage nearby, i'll...i'll head there before the rain starts" she mentioned as she looked out to see the sky darkening

Oscar took off his light blue hoodie and wrapped it around his little sisters leg tightly.

"You owe me fo dis shit. This my favorite hoodie" Oscar told her, before lightly smiling and dabbing her up.

"TRY NOT TO GET STRUCK BY LIGHTNING...AND DONT TALK TO STRANGERS—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, SEB" she yelled back, laughing to herself as she walked through an alleyway, disappearing from her brother and his best friends view.

"got nothin' to lose It's just me against the world"

[shop bell dinging]

The drug dealing duo were startled to a see a little girl, limbing, with a bloody hoodie wrapped around her left leg.

She squinted as she entered the brightly lit store, blood dripping on the white tiles from every painful step she took.

"Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me"

Her view was all dizzy, and she was lightheaded from the bloodloss. All she could see faintly were two figures approaching her—a taller one was a redhead and the shorter one had two face tats, too blurry to decipher.

why the fuck is a child tattooing their face? she asked herself as they came into light.

"Yo...you need something for that?" the older one slowly asked as they awkwardly stood across from each other.

"Yo shit fucked up forreal." the younger boy mentioned, holding his hands together, analysing the curly haired girl.

She looked behind her, seeing lightning in the dark grey sky, and soon, rain hitting the glass doors.

"...Bandage, please" emori weakly asked, watching as the shorter boy soon walked off while the taller one walked towards her, right before she closed her eyes and--

[loud thump on the floor]

"Shit"

"More bodies being buried, I'm losing my homies in a hurry"

While she was passed out, the duo bickered on who was gonna try help the poor girl.

"...Yo why i gotta do this shit?" the one with a higher pitched voice asked

"You a smartass, figure it out...i gotta clean all this blood anyways" one of them said, speaking slower than most

Ashtray glared at the girl who's hair clouded her sleeping face. He lightly moved a few curls from her face, trying to see what she looked like.

"...Look a little like that Oscar dude-- that bomb ass dealer" she heard one of them say, before squinting her eyes open, finding herself seated on a chair

"Mmm i don't know, he did mention he got a sister...nah" the older one dismissed, "...Yo, she up" he told the younger one, who just fetched the first aid kit and a glass of some shit

"How many fingers am i holding up?" the younger one asked with three fingers up, but Emori's vision was still unreliable

"...four..." she whispered, squinting her eyes, lightly groaning as she felt a cold substance

"They fucked you up pretty bad. Did they give you fucking sleeping pills and send you off here? Shit" he assumed, before handing her a glass of some shit and that did not look like water, "Drink this...helps with the pain and strength and shit"

Emori was too weak to shut him up, so she just grabbed the cup and drank from it, trying not to gag at the medicine.

"...You know Oscar?" the younger one asked her as he kneeled down to her injured knee

"...He's my brother" she answered, pulling her green tennis skirt down as she tried not to spit the medicine

"Told you. Valid" he bragged to the older one, right before the boy splashed a shit ton of disinfectant on her wound and—

"FUCK" he squeezed, trying to compose the pain.
Her reflexes forced her to kick him...unfortunately, right where it really hurt.

"SHIT-- IM SO SO SORRY" she immediately apologized, covering her mouth in guilt. She turned towards the older one with guilt in her eyes.

"You're good, it'll pass." the older one reassured, "He needed that, been a while since someone shut him up that way"

She tried not to break out and chuckle as the younger boy weakly flipped the older one off.

"You so lucky you already injured...Your shit would've been done" the younger one told her as he kneeled down

"Who said i cant beat your shortass? Injured or not" she teased, before the boy half-recovered, staring her dead in the eye.

She gave the intimidating stare back, which was easier since he was literally at his knees. He kissed his teeth as he could'nt handle her piercing eyes.

Silence followed as Emori's eyes followed the boy who fiddled through the first aid kit. She laughed in her head as she noticed his waddle from the kick.

"So...you got a name?" the older one asked, now counting stacks of cash

"...Emori" she told him, bouncing her untouched knee to distract her from the pain of the alcohol

"...Emori" the younger one whispered, "pretty ass name"
She brightly grinned right before--

"WHAT THE FU-UCK" she winced in pain as he pierced a needle and thread into her skin, "You're a fucking bitch— you know that?" she slightly chuckled to reduce the pain

"Payback's a bitch" the boy whispered, her eyes peering and head tilting

"Yo, Ash, chill with the fucking stitches. Yall finna kill each other if i leave" the older one ordered

She furrowed her eyebrows as she heard the name...

"...Ash?" she asked as she looked down to the boy

"Wassup" he was still occupied on sewing he leg shut.

"Deadass? That's yo name?" she politely asked, distracted from the pain

"Ashtray? Yeah, yeah. And that's Fezco" he tried to keep himself from grinning at her lit up facial expressions

"You related or some shit?" she soon asked after analysing the both of them

"...Practically" he pursed his lips, both of them looking to Fez, who packed the stashes of cash into random household items

"...Dope"

"It's just me against the world baby"

And that's how Ashtray and Emori first met.

It was sweet of Ashtray not to bombard Emori with questions on what the fuck happened and what she was doing to get the nasty deep cut.

But till this day, he still has no clue what she was doing to get injured that bad.

Although she had no way of contacting her brother, or even the will to do so, she had no choice but to stay in the store until the storm passed. And Fez and Ash— mostly fez, we're happy enough to wait with her.

No, this isn't the whole backstory, but just the beginning.

AUTHORS NOTE:

-vote and comment luvs !!

-this was really fun to write and come up with and its not even the whole story lol

-ok luv you, bye <3