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Who doesn't like a sneak peek.... My Brother's Keeper part 2 The Recovery

Memphis (unedited edition)

I did not know if I would be found or not. I had not talked to either one of my brothers since this nigga made demands. Ashanti had started being on edge lately, which I didn’t know what that was about. I was able to hear a conversation this Jason dude had. I knew someone helped him but just didn’t know who because he made sure he didn’t mention a name whenever he talked around me. The only good thing that Zion was okay, but I needed to get the fuck out of here. My messed-up memories were becoming too much. I could feel that darkness trying to take over me, and that was the last thing I needed.

Jason made sure to keep Ashanti away from me since the day I almost got the upper hand. The knot was still present in my forehead from being hit with his gun. This dude hated my family more so my uncle, but I guess since he couldn’t get next to him, he did the next best thing and got to one of his loved ones. It seems like I have been stuck in this fucking basement forever. I wanted to murder this nigga, and he was playing a deadly game with my life. I hated being in this shit. It was hard accepting that the girl I cared so much about played the hell out of me.

God, if you are listening, I need you to watch over my son and make sure no harm comes to him. I know that’s a big favor I’m asking but God, please. If it’s not too much to ask can you get me out of this? Let my brothers find me. Amen. I shot a quick prayer. I wasn’t very religious and hoped God heard and answered my prayer. It had been a minute since I had talked to the good Lord, but I guess it was worth the try.

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