Thug Love like No Other

Chapter Two

AUTHORS NOTE:
This chapter should be exciting.


>1 Week Later<

~Monica~

"Come on baby! Just come home with me tonight!" Dimir begged. I could tell he wasn't sober and I didn't want to go home with him, I knew he'd try something. Even though I was sober, thinking with the loud ass music and large amount of people was difficult. I never really was the one to go to parties, but Dimir dragged me here.

"Baby c'mon, at least come be my designated driver!" He pleaded. I rolled my eyes "fine."

As we pulled up to Dimir's house he asked if I would come in, his mother wasn't home but I continuously said no. "Just come the fuck in the house Monica!!" He shouted, I really didn't want to but he grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me in.

We walked upstairs and into his bedroom, I'd been here before but only briefly. He pounced on the bed, leading me down with him and wrapped his arms around me. Maybe I was wrong, maybe all he wants to do was cuddle and be affectionate... Then again maybe I was wrong again.

"You gon' give me what I want or what?" He whispered in my ear, interrupting my thoughts. "Baby no, not tonight, I don't want too." I replied. He sat up and looked at me as if there was something wrong with me. "I ain't got shit from you and it's been almost a year! You know what that make me look like? A bitch, Monica!" He said raising his voice. Damn I hate when he raises his voice and gets angry.

"You don't understand." I said as soft as I possible could, "I'm a virgin!"

His eyes widened and I couldn't read his expression. "So.. That means I can be the first to hit it?" He wasn't being as understanding as I wanted. I hesitated and got closer to him, trying to distract him from the subject, I wasn't ready.

"Monica! I didn't bring you into this damn house for nothing!!" He said getting even louder, I trembled. I didn't know what to say but I got a sudden jolt of courage, "That's exactly why I didn't want to come into this damn house, now I'll be leaving!" I said sternly. I had never spoken to him like that and was scared of what he will say in return. I stood up ready to grab my purse from the floor when I felt myself being tugged back onto the bed.

"Who the fuck you talking to like that bitch?!" He screamed in my face. I trembled with fear and tried to pull away but he just pinned me down in place. At that point I had no idea what was going to happen.

"Let me go!" I shouted back, trying not to studder. And with one quick motion I felt a pound to the side of my face. I winced at the pain. "Yea bitch! Now you can go!" Dimir spat, finally releasing me from his grasp. I grabbed my purse and ran crying out of the house, I couldn't believe what had just happened.

When I got home I ran to my room, avoiding my brothers room and questioning. I cried all night, wondering what I did wrong, how could this happen?

It was odd that I didn't hear my brother at all. I didn't hear him shuffle around in his room or come check on me. Where was he.

I drifted of to sleep.

RING RING RINGGG! I was abruptly awaken but the loud chirp of my fathers phone in the other room. Who could be calling him this late at night?

After a few seconds there was a burst in my door as my father flew into the room in sheer panic. "Come on! We have to go! Now!" I obeyed and threw on a sweatshirt to follow him outside and into the car.

"It's Andre! He was shot! He's in the hospital!" He finally informed me.

No!

Please God No!

I then broke down. How do I react to that?!

When we got to the hospital they told us little information. He was alive and in emergency surgery and we will have to wait.

We waited for what seemed like hours.

Finally the doctor came out "family of Andre Santiago!" He called out and we quickly ran to him with hopeful eyes.

"We've been doing everything we can to help Andre, but things aren't looking too good. However you are now permitted to come see him, also I wanted to ask you about his arm?" The doctor looked at my dad who then looked at me. "It's a long story." I said with no further explanation and we followed the doctor into the room.

The room was small and all white with a small bed in the center, in the bed I saw a still body with a familiar face.

"He is not currently conscious but he is in a lot of pain," the doctor informed us and walked out. I ran to the bed, grabbing Andre's hand and holding it tight in mine.

Please god, can you hear me?
I know I don't talk to you as much as I should but I really need your help.
My brother, he's hurt. Please! He needs your touch, I know he's done some dumb things but you know his heart! You know he's good, he doesn't deserve this!
Please god please!

I looked up, seeing my father praying and crying at the foot of the bed.

"I love you Andre, with all my heart! Be strong for me!" I finally said out loud.

Me and my father stayed in his room the whole night. Neither of us had asked what exactly happened but at the moment that wasn't on our minds. As I slept on two chair pushed together I was woken up by a prolonged beep noise.

Confused at first I opened my eyes, just as I began realizing what the noise was, I was being pulled out of Andre's room by a nurse and saw doctors rushing in.

No!!
Please No!

I tried my best to stay strong, for Andre, he wouldn't want me babbling like a baby. But when the doctor walked out with the 'I'm sorry for your loss' face on I broke down.

Why didn't I stop him?

>Earlier that Night<
~Andre~

Fuck! "I'm hit! I'm hit!!" I shouted, hoping one of my boys would come help me.

I put my hand down where the bullet had hit me, trying to apply pressure but I had no strength.

When I looked up I saw one of my boys TJ on his knees with his hands up, and some nigga holding a gun to his head.

No! TJ was only 16, he can't die tonight, he's my sisters age!

Using all my strength I pulled my gun from my belt, aimed and fired.

"Thump" I watched as the nigga fell to the ground. I nailed him right in the head. TJ ran over too me.

"Bruh, you good?!" He shouted trying to lift me off the ground. "Nah nigga I'm not! Call the ambulance I'm bleeding like a motha fucka!" I said straining.

He called, asked for an ambulance and hung up. "TJ, if I die. I need you to watch my sister! Keep her safe for me man!" I said now coughing up blood

"You not gunna die" "it's gunna be ok" I kept hearing him repeat as I skipped in and out of consciousness. "Hold on for me bruh! You gon' make it! You're one hard to kill nigga!" I could hear him saying in my ear. Finally I could faintly hear sirens. Then I blacked out.

The last thing is remember was two gentle warm hands gripping one of mine. Tears falling onto my hand. I knew who it was and I wanted to wake up. To tell her I love her but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't move, my eyes wouldn't open.

Fuck, TJ better do what I say or Imma haunt that nigga!

I know I'm going, I can feel it.
It's time for me to let go.

Live by the gun, Die by the gun.

I guess it's just my time to go. I just hope Monica doesn't cry too much. It always breaks my heart to see her cry.

Bye Monica, I love you ma. I'll be watching over you.