One Way Out

Felt Like It Was Yesterday

"I just want out of this shit man! You don't see that bro?" Kayshon just wanted out of the life he created for himself. This was the easiest and fastest way to make money, but when his now dead father said it would all catch up to him, he never took it literal.

It was four months after Kayshon had just been put on, he had already had debts in the street, and a lot of people weren't happy with his doings.

"I don't know nothin' man, I ain't seen nothin', I ain't heard nothin. Now if I ain't bein' charged, I'll just be on my damn' way." Delano said, trying to establish authority in the situation. 

The detective shoved Delano down into the steel chair in the police interrogation room, right before he stood over him, leaning in, whispering in his ear "You work fo' me son. Don't forget that. You speak to me like that again, and you'll be just like Kayshon. Rememba' that if you remember anything." 

Delano shook his head a few times, as tears streamed from his eyes. After twenty-four hours in a cold, brick walled police cell, he walked out of the valley bureau police station, hadn't took a shower merely forever, thinking "How did this junk all happen?"

On the hot, humid day of May 3rd 2019, Kayshon's mother was behind on bills he didn't even knew were bills. He felt helpless, he needed to make money, and he needed to make it fast. Kayshon walked out of his home in Compton. He passed nearly four to five street gangs before he could even approach the gates of his school. 

Kayshon approached his bestfriend Delano in school saying "Shiee bro, there ain't no otha' way. I'm in". Kayshon didn't know what he had just signed up for.

The peal of bells echoed through the halls of Manuel Dominguez High School. Immediately the doors of the classes bursted open in excitement, students flooded the hallway running out to the courtyard in the school. The students made a circle with two students in the middle who had problems with each other since the start of the year due to set rivalries. 

"Nigga you had all that hard mouth thru' this week bluh'. I kno' damn well you finna run dese' ones." Said the infuriated student Kamarion.

"Naw' fam, you know I don't just talk-to-talk ese." The student reached into his waist band pulling out a .38 snub nose revolver, aiming it up. Immediately the students that flooded the area began to run, including Kamarion.

Carlos snickered to himself, reaching into his pocket once the courtyard was clear, slipping back on the orange tip to the fake firearm. He immediately tucked it, walking out of the courtyard. 

The sounds of sirens filled the air, as Kayshon and Delano walked home. Kayshon peered over to Delano saying "So how do we even do this bruh, I need this cash fast bro." 

Delano immediately replied saying "Don't worry bout that. I will get us the grass, I jus' need you to ship it, kno' what I'm sayin?"

Kayshon nodded opening his mouth, but he couldn't speak his mind. He walked in silence the remainder of the way. As he approached his driveway Delano reminded Kayshon of a party of that could build his future.

"Listen nigga, don't forget bout' that party. All the weed you can imagine, plus some fine perras you kno?" said smirking.

Later that night, Delano knocked on Kayshon's door, immediately Kayshon opened the door, stepping out into the cold, dark street as he walked with Delano toward the house party. When they arrived they were told they had to take a shot before they could enter. The duo grinned, as they took the shot glass, throwing the drinks to the back of their throats, resting the glass onto the table yelling "Let's get this summer started!" 

As they walked into the loud party, everyone was dancing. It was almost perfect until four gunshots went off, followed by a loud thud from upstairs. Everyone began to ran out of the party, including Kayshon and Delano. Sirens immediately filled the air, coming closer and closer to the location. Just then, Delano realized that he left something very important to him, and he demanded that they go back. The duo ran back, and retrieved the item. When running back out of the house, they were greeted with three glocks to their faces, and flashing lights. The duo was taken into police custody immediately. Apparently Delano knew more than he was letting off, because when he came out of the interrogation room, he was half beaten. Immediately following him, was Detective Sanchez Decker.

He glanced around the long hallway before focusing his attention on Kayshon who was sitting in the waiting room terrified. He pointed at Kayshon, as he signaled him toward the room. Kayshon was hesitant, but eventually he pushed himself up off of the seat, walking towards the tall, muscular male, wearing a brown tight fitted leather jacket, smiling at him. The detective pulled him into the interrogation room, sitting him down into a steel chair that was covered in bloodied spit. 

"I'm going to ask you once and only once, who shot that man, and why were you running out of the party once everyone had already left?" The Detective demanded he release the information. "Nigga I don't kno' nothin'. And you bettas' watch how you steppin', puttin yo' old crusty hands on my homie." Kayshon pushed himself out of the seat, shoulder bumbing the detective as he walked out of the room. 

A few months later, the duo's industry had taken off more than they'd realize. They were getting attention from large street gangs who had been claiming that they were snatching their best customers. Eventually, the street gang most nearest to the duo's homes approached Delano. It was a Mexican gang that demanded that he shared his profits earned with the gang in exchange for safety. They weren't taking no for an answer. Eventually, Delano began to affiliate himself with the gang more and more. Kayshon on the other hand took interests in another gang, that was said to have a rising rivalry against the gang that Delano chose to hang with.