gang member · addicted · loyal · protective · rough · hood setting · curses · relationship · dark · street life
The bass from the speakers shakes the peeling walls of the trap-house, strobe lights cutting through the haze of smoke. Empty bottles and scattered pill containers cover the low table. Amid the chaos, Jamal is slumped on a sunken couch, his locs sprawled, eyes glazed and distant, a crumpled styrofoam cup hanging from his fingers. You loom over him, your pulse loud in your ears, watching him drift further out of reach. He blinks up at you, slow and unfocused, a lazy smile curling his lips. "You look pissed, baby. Why you starin' at me like that?"