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Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks
"Huh, huh, huh," panted a muscular brown skinned male frantically. His vision was zoning in and out, blinking fast to try and gain control of his eye sight. His vision was zoning in and out. He clutched his chest, and dropped down to his knees; putting a palm on the cold concrete.
He had big chestnut eyes that were beginning to dilate and dark brown cornrows that stopped a little below his shoulders. He moved his rough hand from his fast beating chest to the small hole tore right below his chest, through his wife beater.
The dark red blood seemed to be flowing from the gaping hole just below his chest. "Oh nigga, come out to play! We were havin' so much fun. Weren't we Esco?" taunted a deep voice that was heard with the sounds of timberlands splashing in puddles on the wet ground. "Ay son, I think we got him. Let's leave 'fo we get hot!" a smooth male voice replied, starting to run the opposite direction. The other male took the hint and began running the same way as the footsteps became distant.
Drops of rain fell upon his face but 20 year old Riley Freeman was so confused, it startled him. Feeling all hope was lost, he dropped to his face, eyes closed. He could not process a single thought. He felt numb. Was this his fate; his destiny? To die in an alley?
"You know Riley; you could really be something in life, if only you would stop trying to prove yourself as a gangster by displaying ignorant behavior," a 12 year old boy with brown skin, wine colored eyes and a large afro explained.
"You need dese nuts nigga," an 8 year old with cornrows a white tee, baggy jeans and timberlands yelled back holding his family jewels.
"What the?" 21 year old questioned, as the fast fallen rain beated against his back, head, and legs.
"You are going to ruin your life Riley. Don't say I didn't warn you"
Present day Riley felt his head throb as he stared at the 8 year old he was twelve years ago. He missed those times were he didn't have to stand on his own two feet. He could depend on…Granddad.
"Boy, get your black ass off the ground!" the old man with a green cotton jacket, glasses, and gray hair instructed.
"GRANDAD!" he questioned weakly, finding the strength to lift his head from the ground. He turned to his right as he watched his 8 year old self and 10 year old brothers image disappear.
"Listen boy. Get off the ground. Now don't start actin' like a bitch, after all dat 'I'm a gangster talk.' Be strong. I taught you to. And besides I've had 3 years of peace. I'm chillin' in heaven, and I don't need you here fucking it up, getting on my damn nerves. Bye boy, I love you," Granddad spoke as he slowly faded away.
Why didn't I just listen' to Huey? Riley thought as he as he pulled out his iPhone.
48 Minutes Later
"Riley Freeman. He's my brother. I'm Huey Freeman." a tall brown skinned man with wine colored eyes and a large afro asked stopping at the front desk of the Woodcrest Hospital. "Ah yes. He's the one with the cornrows right? He's in 4B," a pale red head said pointing down the hall. "The room is on the left side."
"Riley?" Huey spoke quietly, as he entered the plain room. He examined inside the rooms' dull white walls and saw the large machine sitting on the right of the hospital bed where his brother laid; tubes running through his arms, and an oxygen mask covering his face.
"Hello. Huey Freeman right? I'm Sharon Saunders," the nurse greeted with a smile, extending her arm for Huey to shake her hand. "So how's it looking?" Huey questioned showing the least bit of emotion.
That was typical Huey Freeman. No matter how horrible things seemed, he showed no fear. Neither did he show happiness or joy. The only thing that made him happy was a childhood friend. Jazmine Dubois, who he loved more than the thought of having a government who gave a damn about it's nation.
"It's not looking to good. Are you sure you can handle it?" she asked raising her eyebrow. Huey looked the woman up and down. She had mocha colored skin, black hair that stopped halfway past her neck, round lips, a beauty mark on the right side of her mouth and chestnut colored eyes.
"Yes, now please may you just tell me the news," he bit. He wanted to go into a speech about how he could handle this as well as how the world is so messed up and how this, and that. But deciding it was the wrong time and place, he just left it at that.
"Well Mr. Freeman, he has to stay in this hospital for at least one month; provided he lives. The injury was pretty bad. He got shot twice. He also lost a lot of blood. We operated on him, but he needs another operation, and so far I don't know all the details," Sharon sighed bowing her head.
"Okay. So when do you think he will wake up?" Huey sighed looking at his brother who laid there eyes shut. Right when Huey was about to speak the figure in the doorway caught his eye, distracting him.
"Is he going to be okay?" the person asked. "J-Jazmine," Huey stuttered. It had been three years since he had last talked to her. Jazmine stood tall and curvaceous. She had curly hair, which was once nappy in her childhood. It stopped mid-back. It was sort of like a reddish/brownish color. She had gotten darker around 7 years ago. She had honey-bronze colored skin and emerald green eyes.
"Hi I'm Sharon Saunders," the nurse greeted Jazmine. "Ohmigod! You are Jazmine Dubois! You are the best model ever! I like love all your photos. I can't believe I'm meeting you right now," the nurse gushed. "Thanks. But how is Riley?" she asked with hostility.
"It's not looking good. I can't believe it's been 3 years. You haven't changed," Huey bit sarcastically. Secretly he had missed her the minute she left Woodcrest to persue her dream of modeling.
Flashback
"So that's everything?" A 19 year old with a huge bush wearing a black tee dark blue jeans and black, white, and red Jordan's asked standing on the edge of a large the overlooked the city of Woodcrest.
"Yep, that's it. And everything is already set down in Los Angelos. My dad is taking me down to the airport in about an 15 to catch the flight. Cindy's mom is dropping her off," a bronze toned female with unique colored hair that was currently in a bun, a tan skirt, and white ruffled blouse replied, sitting under the large oak tree.
"I still can't believe you are moving to L.A. and Tom and Sarah are letting you. Especially to be a model?"Huey laughed to try and shield the pain that he felt on losing his friend. It came of kind of nonchalant.
"Cindy's moving with me; everything is all set; I already have auditions set up and a manager. Besides, I'm nineteen and allowed to make my own decisions without my parents' permission Huey," Jazmine stated proudly.
"And Cindy. She's going to be a Spark in the WNBA. Wow everyone has everything all set. I still say her and Caesar won't be able to pull off the whole long distance thing," Huey replied never taking his eyes off the view. "Yep. Don't worry I won't forget to write,"Jazmine said as they both just sat there looking at the view.
End of Flashback
"3 years," Jazmine agreed looking at Riley on the hospital bed. She felt so sorry for him. She wanted to cry. "SO I see you did very good as a model," Huey spoke out trying to break the uncomfortable silence in the room. "How do you know each other?" Sharon asked fascinated. "We were neighbors, and hung out." Jazmine made sure not to say best friends because she didn't know if Huey considered her that, even if in her eyes they were and would always be.
"Jazmine what are you doing in Woodcrest anyway. Shouldn't you be in l.A. somewhere taking pictures?" Huey frowned turning his head. "I was doing a photo shoot here and happened to see the new and came over as soon as I saw," she told feeling the cold shoulder he was giving her.
"Well thank you for your concern. He's going to be just fine," coldly replied Huey.
"Um well ookaay. Do you have the time?" Jazmine tried her best to bite her tongue but Huey was being a jackass even more than he usually had at the wrong time, for no reason.
"If you have somewhere more important to go, be my gust. Like I said he'll be fine. He can do without your pity."
Jazmine was surprised. Her blood was beginning to boil. "What the hell is your problem Huey? I didn't do a thing to you and you treat me so unfair. I'm here for Riley. Why are you so mean?!" Jazmine questioned raising her voice. "Sorry but you have to keep the noise down a little because of sick patients," Sharon squeaked just finishing changing Riley's bandages.
"She was just leaving Sharon," Huey hinted pointing to the door. "Well I hope Riley feels better," Jazmine spoke softly leaving out of the door. "We used to be friends until she moved and never wrote, or called,"Huey sighed to Sharon, who just looked at the elder Freeman,
Well that was it. I hope you liked it. Please comment, Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter soon! And for those of you who don't know, granddad was an angel, and 8 year old Riley and 10 year old Huey were Riley's hauloosenations.