A few hours later - 3pm

Hearing loud thundering outside, Jayda jumped out of her sleep, a frown on her face as rain slammed against her window.

"Damn." She mumbled, before looking over at Von who slept peacefully. He could sleep through a blizzard, but as soon as he realized Jayda wasn't next to him, he'd wake up.

She chuckled, sitting up and stretching her sore body. She cleaned up her bathroom and her room, before taking a shower, bathing herself.

She stepped out, rubbing lotion in on her body before putting on a laced underwear set, pulling on a robe over it.

Jayda yawned, taking her wig off, wiping her edges off that had minimal glue.

She combed out her hair, throwing it up into a messy bun and looking at herself in the mirror. She walked over to the one in her room, turning the light on and taking a picture of herself.

Von began to stir in his sleep from the light, and she turned it back off, taking off her robe and laying on the fresh comforter she'd made up her bed with a few minutes ago.

He opened his eyes as her fresh scent filled his nose, and he lowly groaned, making her bite her lip.

"You smell so good baby." He mumbled, and she chuckled, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

He stretched as he stood up out of her bed, walking to the bathroom as Jayda posted her picture on Instagram.

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Jayda looked up from her phone as Von walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower about 15 minutes later, a different pair of boxers on as he climbed on top of her.

He kissed her clit through her panties, and she smiled once he leaned up to kiss her.

She held his face, softly pecking his lips, before pulling back.

"I love you." He mumbled, laying next to her.

"I love you too." She pulled the cover over them, sitting her phone down as they listened to the rain.

"I know sex doesn't make up for what I did. I'm still sorry and ima prove that to you everyday if you give me another chance." He rubbed her hip, and she looked up at him.

"I forgive you, but it'll take some time to completely get over this. But we gone work on it, together." She kissed his shoulder, and he smiled, licking over his thick lips.

"I'm sorry for bringing up your best friend last night. And for calling you dumb and being rude and stuff." She mumbled, and he chuckled.

"It's okay baby. I'm sorry for grabbing you up." He rubbed her face where a light bruise was, and she smiled as he intertwined their fingers.

"It's okay. We're okay." She met his soft eyes as he stared at her, and he nodded.

"We is, we good ma." He kissed her nose, and she smiled, laying her head on his chest.

"Ever since I met you, I been the happiest I been since I was a lil ass kid." He mumbled, and she looked up at him.

"I used to be happy all the time, til I was like 10. My daddy and mama started going through problems because he had a gambling problem, so we was losing money and shit. It was me and Trayvon, and my mama and daddy in a two bedroom. And we was so happy, a lil happy family. Then my daddy got abusive out of nowhere."

"He started hitting on my mama, then on me and Tray. I was never enrolled in school, like ever. My mama home schooled us cause she didn't trust the system, I don't know why." He chuckled, reminiscing.

"One day, he got so fucking drunk, me and Tray was like, 11 I think. Maybe 12. He beat my mama so damn bad, til she died. When me and Tray came home from the court, she had already been dead for a couple hours. All I remember is my daddy telling me 'this your fault Dayvon, this your fault.' He kept saying if I wouldn't have did this or that, he wouldn't have killed my mama."

"He went on a long ass rant, drunk as hell. And he stared at me and Tray for like a minute, shaking his head. And it happened so quick, all I remember is him grabbing his gun and putting it in his mouth. Then boom, his blood, brains, all that nasty shit was everywhere." Von mumbled, and Jayda's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Me and Tray was so young, and CPS nem was already on our ass, so we had to clean that shit up, and we kept living there like nothing had happened. But one day, they did a surprise check on us. I was at the cona' sto', and Tray was at home. They ended up taking him, we was 13 I think. I been by myself ever since then." He told her.

"Tray ended deploying when he turned 16, and he been in the army ever since. He love that shit, just like my daddy did. I basically raised myself from there, stealing to eat, breaking in houses to shower and shit, sleep while they wasn't there. The hood raised me too. I got into trouble a lot and the old heads tried to keep me out of it."

"That's when I started catching bodies, letting the streets eat me up. Got into that gang shit heavy ma, I'm talm bout deep as fuck. T Roy died cause we slid on some opps after they killed somebody that was like a big brother to me. We was some bad ass kids, thinking we had to be in that street shit. And my bestfriend got his life took because of a decision I made." He mumbled, and Jayda rubbed his face.

"It was your environment. They built y'all like that, had y'all thinking that's how y'all had to live. It wasn't your fault Von, nobody blames you. You wanted the best for him. You always tell me the lil missions y'all used to go on, you tried raising him outside of that. Sometimes people just can't let that shit go." She told him, and he wiped his face, nodding.

"I miss my boy so bad. That should've been me, he had a whole family Jayda." Von's voice cracked, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing his back as he softly cried.

"He loved you Von. Remember that, fuck everything else. Remember the love." She kissed the side of his face, and he smiled.

"I love you." He told her, and a small smile spread across her lips.

"I love you too baby. Finish the story." She rubbed his bottom lip, and he nodded, clearing his throat.

"So after he died, I got deeper in that shit. I should've learned my lesson after he died, but I didn't. I was getting into so much trouble. Catching bodies, robbing people, random shootouts, fighting everybody, all that dumb shit. I was in all that." He shook his head, chuckling.

"And I went to jail like every damn year. I ain't have nobody to guide me or to teach me different, so I just went with what I knew. The last time I went was on an armed robbery charge, 3 years. And I was super fucking lucky cause they was tryna give me 21 years at the least." Von said, and Jayda inaudibly gasped, making him chuckle.

"When I got out, I was forced to come to Atlanta, and you know the rest. I never had nobody try to show me different than the streets, to show me real, genuine love. I'm sorry that I fucked up with you Jayda. I never regretted shit more in my life, that was my biggest mistake, on King David." He looked down at her as she stared at him.

"I promise I won't make that mistake again, ever. I know I done received the biggest blessing by you walking into my life, and I don't wanna fuck that up ever again. I do not wanna lose you. I'm so sorry I let some dumb clout chasing ass bitch come between me and you. You didn't deserve that, at all. But I promise, if you let me-Ima make it up to you. I swear. I got a taste of what life would be like without you, and that shit was so terrible baby, I need you. I need you so much, I love you Jayda." He rubbed her face, and she pressed her lips against his.

"I love you more Kyzeir. I got you, I promise. Ima do what I can to make sure we always good, and I need you to do the same. If we're together, we're one person Von. Focus on us, and what makes us happy. Don't let nobody or nothing come between us, and Ima do the same." She mumbled, and he laid his forehead against hers.

"I got us, I swear to god I got you forever." He told her, and she smiled.

She rubbed his side as they listened to the rain, Jayda slowly beginning to doze off.

Von's phone rung, and he reached over to grab it, putting it to his ear.

"Wassup grandson, what you on lil nigga?" Trayvon spoke, and Von smiled.

"I'm chilling wit' my baby Jayda. What you on folks nem?" Von retorted, hearing him chuckle.

"Shit. Chilling. You good?" He asked, and Von nodded even though he couldn't see him, making him laugh to himself.

Jayda watched him, still rubbing his side as she listened to him.

"Fasho. Money good, my girl good, so I'm good. I miss you nigga, when yo deployment over wit'?" Von asked, watching Jayda sit up, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Shidddd in two months twin. Can't wait to see you lil nigga, I miss you too. I'm proud of you." Trayvon told him, and Von smiled.

"Thank y-." Von started, before Jayda cut him off, slowly grabbing his hand as his eyes darkened.

"Baby?" She rubbed his face, and he rose an eyebrow.

"There's nobody on the phone Von." She mumbled, and he smacked his lips, laughing.

"Girl I thought you had something to say foreal." He chuckled, putting his phone back to his ear.

"Kyzeir, you aren't speaking to anybody. Look." She pulled his phone back, showing him his regular lock screen.

"Damn, he must've hung up." Von unlocked his phone, going to his call log and dialing him back, waving Jayda off.

"Fuck you hang up for nigga?" Trayvon chuckled, and Von laughed.

"I didn't even know I did. Jayda over here tripping and shit." Von said, before frowning as Jayda once again pulled his phone from his ear.

"Baby there's nobody on the phone." She mumbled softly, and he frowned.

"Tray Tray, say hey to Jayda. She being a weirdo." Von chuckled, putting his phone on speakerphone.

"Tray?" He called his name again after hearing silence, before his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, becoming dizzy.

"Where is Trayvon?" She asked, and he looked at her, a frown on his face.

"In Europe." He said, and she slowly took his phone from his hand, going to his contact list.

"You don't have a number saved as his name Von. What's going on?" She asked, and again, he frowned in confusion.

"What?" He whispered, confused as he scrolled through his messages, looking for the thread with Trayvon.

Jayda softly grabbed his face, tilting it to look at her.

"Where is Trayvon?" She repeated, and his pupils dilated as the room begin to spin, flashbacks hitting him like a hurricane.

"Bitch where the fuck is the food at?!" Their father, Jamal, spoke.

"W-we don't have a-any money l-left." Jasmine, their mother, replied.

"Bitch!" Jamal lunged at her, before he began to beat her face in, swinging his fists hard as 9 year old twins-Von and Trayvon, watched, hiding behind the corner.

Jasmine screamed, her cries getting louder by the second as her husband punched and kicked all over her body, bruises forming on her soft brown skin.

"Daddy stop!" A young Von screamed, trying to pull his dad off of his mom.

Jamal pulled away from Jasmine, pulling his hand back and slapping Von hard across his face.

Von hissed as Jamal grabbed him up by his shirt, shoving him into the wall and throwing his fist hard into his face.

"You wanna be in grown folks business huh?" Jamal let a bloody Von go, and he dropped to the ground, gasping for air.

Jamal begin to unbuckle his belt as Trayvon watched from behind the corner, silently crying as Jamal used the buckle end of his belt, whipping it at Von's skin.

Jasmine laid unconscious on the floor, unaware of what was happening to her son as welts welted on his skin from the hard impact of the buckle.

"You wanna be fucking grown Dayvon?" Jamal swung the belt hard at his face, and Von cried out, his body going limp from the overwhelming pain as Jamal stepped back, breathing heavily.

He grabbed his bottle of liquor, chugging it, before smashing the bottle over Jasmines head. He huffed, walking back to their room and slamming the door behind him.

Von groaned in pain, using his strength to stand up, sluggishly walking to the bathroom.

He sat on the floor, opening the cabinet to find the products his mother usually used to clean his cuts.

Trayvon sat next to him on the floor, and Von looked over at his twin brother.

"I'm sorry for not helping. I-I was scared." He mumbled, and Von ruffled his hair, making him weakly smile.

Von loved his brother more than anything in the world. He always made sure his dad didn't touch Trayvon, he kept him safe.

Their dad was getting heavier and heavier on the abuse by the day, and Von was becoming scared at the fact that his brother might be the next victim.

"It's okay Tray Tray. I'm okay. And I will make sure mommy is okay." Von mumbled, pulling some rubbing alcohol out of the cabinet.

"I love you." Trayvon said, and Von smiled.

"I love you too. You know I'll do anything to protect you right?" Von coughed, spitting blood on the floor as Trayvon nodded.

Von began to clean his cuts with the help of the mini mirror. Both of his eyes were blacked, his lips were busted, his cheeks were slightly tore, bleeding from his welts, not to mention the purple bruises on the rest of his body.

He sighed, throwing the bloody cotton ball in the trash and looking over at Trayvon.

"I love you so much Tray Tray. Never forget that okay? I will always protect you twin." Von's voice cracked, and Trayvon looked up.

"I know. I love you too." Trayvon mumbled, and Von nodded his head.

He opened the bottle of alcohol, taking the top off of it.

"Drink this. It'll make you feel not sad anymore." Von sniffed, holding the bottle of rubbing alcohol out to him.

"Really?" His face lit up at the thought of not being sad. He hated being sad, and he was sad all the time because of their parents & hard life.

"Mhm. But you have to drink it all. You will never be sad again, and nobody will ever hurt you, ever. I promise." Von swallowed the lump in his throat.

Trayvon happily grabbed the bottle, chugging as much as he could of the rubbing alcohol, before his insides began to burn.

Trayvon gagged, beginning to vomit, and Von laid him on his back.

"I love you. I love you so much baby." Tears streamed down Dayvon's face as he made his twin brother choke on his throw up, until his body went limp, blood leaking from his nose.

"Where is Trayvon?" Jamal called, and the room began to spin for Von as his pupils dilated.

"Oh my god." Von dry retched, before throwing up in the trash bin next to him.

Jayda held his dreads back, tears streaming down both of their faces after he'd absentmindedly told the story while he had the flashback.

"No. Oh my god no." Von cried, wiping his mouth as he stood up.

"Aw my baby man. I killed my baby." Von sobbed as Jayda wrapped her arms around him just in time as his knees gave out from under him.

"I was tryna help. I was just tryna help Jayda." He cried, now sitting on the floor with her as she rubbed his back.

"My baby. Trayvon I-oh my god."

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