Killah Kuwonu

The things I would do!

Killah POV

"Fuck!" I scream out.

I really should've worn a vest, but my dumb, superhero, headass didn't.

I wobble to my car and get in, if I'm being honest I've been shot before. Although it hurt I could bare the pain.

I get to the house the me and Paris stayed at last night and looked in the mirror.

"Shit looks nasty as hell." I shake my head examining it.

"Hey Siri call Paris." I yell out.

I start going through my mail when the phone starts ringing.

"Nigga what? I left 2 hours ago!" She says clearly not pleased to see my call.

"I got shot, you can help me?" I ask nonchalantly.

"The fuck? Nigga how'd yo-" She sighs.

"Same house?" She asks.

"Mhmm." I tell her using a box cutter to open a package.

"I'll be there in 15." She says.

"Bye." I say.

"Bye."

The call disconnects and I finish opening the package.

"This shit is tight." I hold up a hand gun I got customized for Nick.

His birthday coming up.

Jaylen and Nick got close birthdays and me and Lucas got close birthdays.

"Ouuuuu." I examine it.

I look at the white tiles and realize my blood is dripping.

"Oh come the fuck on." I suck my teeth.

"Where the fuck is this girl?" I ask myself.

If I'm being honest, I know how to stitch myself, but I'd prefer watch Paris do it.

The door rings and I go to open it, she walks straight past me and takes off her shoes.

"Well shit, hey to you too." I close the door and lock it.

She looks at the tiles then at me.

"I don't know how I can help you." She says in all honesty.

"Come on." I pull her to the kitchen and get everything you'd need to clean and stitch someone.

"I need you to give me stitches." I say.

Her eyes practically pop out there sockets.

"I can't do that! Go to the hospital." She starts panicking.

"Yes you can and no!" I roll my eyes.

"Lemme clean it first." I tell her.

It stung like shit, but I took it like a g ass nigga.

"The bullet is still in me." I look at it.

"Pass the tweezers." I hold my hand out.

She places it in my hand.

"This finna hurt like a bitch!" I say.

After a couple of attempts the tweezers grab the bullet and I begin to pull it out, once it's out, it starts gushing blood.

"Ewwwww." Paris gags.

I suck my teeth and clean it again.

"Ight this is where you come in." I tell her.

I sit on the counter in front of her.

"Killa-" I already stop her.

"Zion." I correct her.

"Zion. I can't stitch you!" She says.

"The more you talk the more blood I lose. Think of it like you're sewing something." I say getting the needle ready.

"You're not just a piece of clothing." She remind me.

I hand her the needle.

"Doesn't matter." I say.

She gets low in front of me and sticks it in my skin.

I grit my teeth and she looks up at me, she stands straight.

Removing her shirt she looks at me.

"I hurt you, you hurt me." She says.

I couldn't help let a little smile creep up on my face.

I nod at her.

20 minutes of her trying to back out, but continuing later and we were done.

"My fucking back!!!!" She whines.

I'd been digging my nails in her back as she instructed me to do.

"Well shit, it's must worst when I'm fucking so." I jump of the counter and clean everything.

Paris stood there speechless.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." She gulps heavily.

"Okay." I shrug.

"How was your visit with 'Bethany'?" She asks.

A smirk creeps on my face, I found her jealousy amusing.

"As much as I wanna shove it in your face, I didn't go." I shrug.

"Why not?" She asks.

"Can you stop asking so many fucking questions?" I ask.

"Killah fuck you, I should've let yo ass bleed out." She says going to the front door.

"STOP FUCKING CALLING ME KILLAH! PEOPLE BEG TO CALL ME BY MY NAME, I GAVE YOU THE PRIVILEGE!" I yell at her.

I hate when she calls me Killah, it just doesn't seem right coming from her.

"KILLAH, KILLAH, KILLAH." She says.

The way I wanna beat her ass, or rip her clothes off and take her on the couch, or the kitchen counter, fuck maybe even in the pool.

"Paris you finna make me snap." I feel my blood boiling.

It usually didn't take much to get my way, I have to admit I am very bothered by her disobeying me.

"Killah please." She crosses her arms.

I lost it, I had finally lost it.

I put my hand around her neck, pushing her against the wall.

"Don't disobey me!" I tell her.

She looked scared, but she should know I wouldn't hurt her!

"Babygirl I would never hurt you, but don't disrespect me. Understand?"

She nods quickly.

I pull her face close to mine closing the gap between our lips.

Paris lowkey the best person to kiss, she has full lips and she lets her hands roam your body. She has a tingly affect on me.

"The things I would do to you." I say against her lips.

She looks at me with lust I'm her eyes.

"So do them." She says biting her lip.

Fuck, fUcK, FUCKKKKK!!

"Baby I promise ima do it, but not today." I tell her.

She nods and continues to bite her lip.

This girl got me going all soft and shit!

After thinking about everything that I wanted to do to her she knocks me out my thoughts, saying something I really dreaded her saying.

"Tell me about your dad."