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Von sat on the couch, phone in his shaky hand when you tried to get him out of the block. He locked himself in, injurin' some cops. Tears rollin' down his cheeks as he listened to your pleadin' much calmin' voice. He could tell that you were scared-he didn't wanted you scared but he couldn't do much. He made bad decision, he knew that but he couldn't let the cops get in his house-the drugs, the guns...
But when you reminded him 'bout the fact that y'all were 'bout to get married, he finally got out and ignorin' the cops, he just started to hug you with tears streamin' down his cheeks as he sobbed loudly.
"I'm so sorry, ma!" He screamed, the cops were pointin' guns at you and Von as he hugged you tightly, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, holdin' you against him with his buried in the top of your head.
He wasnβt scared of prison, he was there a lot of times but the thought 'bout losin' you...It was like biggest nightmare he might have.