November.
"Ayy Ramz hand over the ting cuz" stated Temz.Temz was one of the well respected yet popular roadmans in his hometown South london. Despite the countless amount of beefs he had encountered, he was still praised and feared by many others due to his mysterious domineer.
He lazily stood up from the rusty brown coach aggressively, snatching the large spliff out of his best friend Ramz hands. Who had clearly taken far too many spliffs and was now dopily laying on the large couch in front of his best friend with both his chinky blood shot eyes staring at the ceiling.
"Just know you ain't getting no more cuz"chuckled Temz ,this was a normal thing for Ramz, which everyone knew about. He was someone that was easily influenced by weed or even alcohol: to the point that even two puffs could get him high or even in his feelings.
Ramz being the oldest, he surely wasn't the maturist and still sadly hadn't gotten pass the "FUCKBOY" faze. At 21 Ramz, has still never been in an committed or faithful relationship in his 21 years of life. But is unfortunately expecting a baby in a couple of months, whose mother he claims to be a slag.
"You ain't gonna sleep on me nigga,comes lets go yard" yawning, Temz stretched his long muscularly arms, forcefully picking himself up from the comfortable couch that had countless amount of burn marks from joints.Expecting a response from Ramz, who had switch positions so that his back was facing Temz. But received nothing.
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The evening quickly descended into a pitch black scenery with minimal cars on the road. Concentrating on the road cautiously, as the weather was extremely foggy preventing him from seeing the road clearly. Multitasking, Temz irritatedly wiped his front windows with his left hand and drove with the other. Continuously kissing his teeth out of frustration and anger.
What seemed like mission impossible, he drove into his quiet neighborhoods with his best friend in the passenger seat, snoring loudly whilst drooling.Maliciously, taking out his IPhone 8 plus: ignoring all his notifications that he received from a earlier on. Smirking, Temz decided to take a couple of snaps of his best friend Ramz, posting it afterwards.
Shutting the front door of his blacked out BMW 2016, whilst holding his best friend with his right hand, ensuring that he doesn't fall over. Not before locking his car doors shut,he proceeded to walk up to the doorsteps of his expensive two bedroom home that he was supposedly supposed to share with his best friend Ramz.
It was currently 1:00am and Temz was mentally planning out all the errands, he would have to run for the next couple of days. November being the time of the year, he would usually receive some products that would last him roughly the entire year: so it was important for him to stay focused or he would end up broke.
Sitting slouched on his black real Italian leather chairs that complimented his home decor really well, whilst taking a sip of some Hennessy. Hennessy was one of his favourite drinks, not only did he enjoy drinking it, but it was something he couldn't sleep without taking a sip of throughout the day.
Rapidly replying to his little sister Giftys' text message which she had sent a couple of hours ago reminding him about her Year 3 parents evening. Gifty was the youngest out of her three siblings, with Temz being the eldest, followed by her twin brothers and sisters Tameka and Isaac.
Since a really young age,Temz had acknowledged that he would have to step up and be the father figure to all his siblings. Due, to his father passing away months after his little sister Gifty was born.Temz had taken the father role upon himself, by both providing for them and making sure, they had everything.
Despite his mother being a typical Black Jamaican women, dedicating long and hard hours to pay for all her bills: it sadly still wasn't enough. Which was a factor of the the many, other factors he had decided to take the trapping route. Despite him being an academically smart student that got on average A* to B grades in his GCSE. He hated school with a passion and refused to take it further after college. Well dropped out.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
That was the sound of Temz Trapline, this Nokia s200 contained everything. Despite the appalling conditions his trapline was in, he still managed to use it. It was his life and had all his contacts. Held together with two stretchy rubber bands, this phone had been apart of Temz from the very first day he started trapping, when he was only 15.
"Yo Sean" Sean being only a couple months younger than Temz. They had been working with each other for what seems like decades,so he was someone Temz could never doubts loyalty,as he viewed him as family.
"Yo Temz, Ramz little brother got shanked down Stockwell "
Cursing under his breath in disbelief, Temz quickly put on his moncler jacket and all black Airmax Vapor plus that he had just taken off. Ramz being the deep sleeper he was, there was no point in waking him up: because he would wake up still intoxicated.
Ramz, little brother Romell at 16 was always disobedient and rebellious from a very young age. After countless amount of lectures both Ramz and Temz had delivered to him about going down ends: he still never listened. Romell, was someone that would agree and claim he understood everything, that they were telling him and do the absolute opposite. Being the youngest in his family, he was always spoiled by both his Trinidadian mother and Ghanaian father who separated 5 years ago.
Bolting through the empty and silent streets at 80 mph whilst screwing up his clear face and mentally, planning out all the things he would do to the boys that stabbed Romell.
As, if the day wasn't destined to end: the way Temz anticipated it to end, with him murdering another person like the others he had murdered in the past for messing with him.
One thing about Temz was that his hands would never be clean and he never felt remorseful or regretful, which is one out of the many reasons he was specifically given the name "Temz" from the crew, as he also had the temper.
Turning a sharp corner to take a shortcut to Sean who was patiently waiting for him at Stockwell station. Carelessly, forgetting to look or signal to any drivers about his movements or to check to even see if any other cars were approaching the opposite direction.
A 54 inch huge tesco lorry, was approaching at double the speed Temz's vehicle was going at. Not only that but he was also being distracted by the numerous amount of text messages from Sean asking about his whereabouts and others informing him about Romell.
Noticing the contrast between the pitch black scenery to the bright light and beeps projected by the lorry. Ultimately, it was far too late for Temz to make a decision, as he was under the influence of the heavy liquid he had drank earlier on, affecting his reaction time tremendously.
At the moment there was nothing more Temz could do, as the distance between his brand new range rover and Lorry were only a couple of inches apart. Temz heart was beating faster then ever with his palms sweating he began to pray to the lord above, begging for mercy.
Because deep down, he knew this would be the end of Temz forever.
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Should Temz survive or die and what do y'all think would happen to Romell. I actually can't wait.🎉
Should i add some pictures of the characters as well for visuals.
☕️☕️keep sipping on the tea because things have just got started.
