Trigger Finger. (Complete)

Intro...

This book was written when i was much younger and is very immature. It is also based on a book called "Hood Misfits" I was a youngin when it was written so I will not edit or anything. Feel free to read it if you want.

:.trigga.:

Me? I in't always been the way i am, i ain't always had to look out for nobody, i ain't always had to take care of myself, i ain't always had to find a place to live, i ain't always had to sneak and leave orphanages, and i ain't always had the nickname "trigga". I used to have everything. I never wanted for anything thanks to my dad. My momma, never knew her. But daddy was a drug dealer.

My whole world turned upside down three years ago on my thirteenth birthday. _nothing was the same..._

*flashback!*

_"daddy, auntie jasmine said come here!" i say. He closes the bbq grill. It's my birthday so we're having a cookout. A lot of my family is here. It's deep as hell and also live.

"here i come." he says, wiping sweat off of his forehead with a towel. He grabs my hand. We start walking to where she is. He grabs a beer.

"the hell you want?" he asks his only sister. She rolls her eyes.

"nigga_ don't get smart." she says, sipping her ciroc. I laugh. He lights a rolled blunt.

"whatever. What you want tho?" he asks

"go tell your dj to play my song." she says. He rolls his eyes

"you told me to come here just to tell me that. You fuckin_ up." he says. She chuckles.

"just do it." she says. He laughs and throws his middle finger up. We walk over to the one and only, dj blast.

"ayy bruh, play bring it back for my sister." daddy says

"i gotchu." blast says. He starts the song. Everybody and they momma gets out on the floor. My cousin remy grabs my hand. I laugh and twerk with her. Everything is just fine.  A gunshot rings out. Everybody stops. Some people start running. Four masked guys run in. One guy starts shooting up the air.

"where the hell is john?!" the other growls. What do they want with my dad? They have everybody on the ground but not me. I hid behind the bounce house but i can still see everything perfectly.

My dad didn't come out.

"i ain't asking again." he says

"where that nigga_ at?! Imma shoot everybody in this mothafucka_!" another screams. They can't be that old so they must be working for somebody. My heart starts beating fast as he walks over to my aunt jasmine. She gasps. One guy snatches her up by her neck. He's the one with an accent.

"where that nigga_ at?!" he asks

"i don't know!" she screams. My younger cousin, cameron crawls over to me. I put my finger to my lips telling him to be quiet. He's only nine. He's crying. His parents were never there so he lives with my dad and i.

"you don't know, hoe_!?" the mexican one screams. He shoots her brains out. I cover cameron's  eyes and silently cry. He kills everybody out there. My dad walks out and broke down crying.

"why?!" he growls. He gets gunned down on spot. I drop to my knees.

"no!" i cry. I wanna cry my eyes out but i'll get caught. A bunch of guys run in and kill everybody on the inside of the house. They walk out with drugs and money. What the hell?

"ayy boss...yeah, we killed him...his daughter? Nah, i ain't seen her man. Ok..ok..ok, boss." the one that sounds stopped up says into the phone. They clean everything up and leave. I pick a sleeping cameron up and walk out. I sit down and scream and cry. I have nobody and i have nothing. Everybody i've ever loved was taken away from me right before my eyes...

"i'm gone kill those niggas_!!!" i scream at the top of my lungs._

*flashback over.*

And ever since then, i've been finding these niggas_ and gunning them down. My real name, sydney went out the door a long time ago. I became trigga. The families of some of these niggas_ started calling me that because of how quick i'd pull the trigger. They never knew my name but they knew how i have an itchy trigger finger. Ever since that day, it's fuck_ everybody. Those four niggas_ will be mine and i will not rest until i put a bullet in their heads...

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