FOURTEEN| Stray Bullets
November 25, 2015
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//Milan\\
"I just don't wanna talk about it right now yo parents don't even have to know right now, it's too early."
"Too early for what?" For this conversation and for us to be discussing "the future" when anything can happen.
"For anything, I'm only in my first timester—"
"This yo first time pregnant though." He scoffed, "I don't know why you puttin all these negatives in the air, and shit." He exclaimed annoyed going to his dresser, "You stay talking bout not jinxing shit, but here you go."
"I'm not trying to im just stating facts." I got up from the covers to get ready for the day as he continued to pull out his clothes obviously hot talking shit.
"I'm just saying it's like you don't want a kid with me." He laughed bitterly which I returned saying, "I don't."
"At least not right now and you got everything going for you." I continued, "Yo mama already don't like me, next thing you know I'm tryna pull you down with me."
"It's not like that."
"Oh so she didn't say that I'm pulling you down? Cause I couldve swore I heard that last night."
"That's why you don't wanna say shit? You scared of what people think of you?"
"It's not people's business!" I exclaimed annoyed, "You can't hold water just say that."
"I'm not comfortable lying to my folks."
"It's not lying if you don't say shit—
"Is that yo philosophy for when you wanna lie to me too?" I looked at him so fucking dumbfounded— confused really.
"The fuck have I ever lied to you my nigga?"
"That ain't even what I said; Must be some type of guilty conscience or some huh?" He interrogated me. I laughed him off trying not to get myself mad and just leave it all alone cause nigga— "You really pushing it."
"I'm not though." He grilled me, "You so big and bad until you actually gotta get some shit done."
"And you always pushing me to do shit I don't want too! I'm not saying shit to yo peoples, I don't give a fuck Ronnajae I'm not ready and I'm not doing it. Period, point motherfucking Blank my nigga just like that, get used to it."
"Fuck you, ima do what the fuck I want to too."
"What nigga?" I walked up to his almost 6 foot frame, "Say that shit witcha chest."
"Ima Do what the Fuck I want too. You don't have to say shit ima handle it."
"You gone handle it." I mugged him, he nodded straightening his posture, "Ima handle it."
I was boiling inside and he could obviously see that. But you know what fuck it. I'm done—
"You right Ron."
"What?"
"You can handle it, it's whatever." I grabbed my phone off the bed not making any fucking contact with bro so over it.
He don't respect me enough to respect my wishes and not say shit. For me, that shit speaks volumes but for him it's probably radio silent but fuck it. He got it; he can tell the fucking world I'm pregnant I don't give a fuck anymore.
Maybe then I'll be forced to say something— once again.
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//At the Nail Shop//
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"I'm actually glad you going to Thanks with yo peoples Mi." Sam glanced at me and said, "It's cute you finally going."
"Ain't it." Fiona co-signed with a little laugh, I was glad I was ready too but it didn't seem like it anymore.
My entire mood been sour since I left Ron porch.
"What's yo problem? You starting to regret it already?" Sam asked me, I shook my head.
"What made you ask me that?"
"You acting all quiet and shit." She observed. "Some happened with you and Ron?"
"No." I brushed her off rolling my eyes. Her and Fi laughed at me knowing it was all noise.
"Righttt." Sammy mocked me.
"Cause any other time, you would've had him bring you. Not us come get you, shorty." Fi pointed out, I wanted to flick her off so bad but rolled my eyes instead since my hands were occupied.
"It don't matter—
"Now it matters." They laughed making the technicians giggle a bit. I was not amused. "Ok so it's serious." Fiona calmed down laughing at me, Sammy was short on her page all ears.
"Why yall make it yall job to read me?" I asked annoyed.
"You make it easy." Fi smiled with a shrug, "so what's up?"
I shrugged rubbing my ear saying, "Y'all can't tell Cakes."
"Damn... so it is serious?"
"Don't say you pregnant again Mi." Sammy said oh so sternly, all I could do was avoid they eyes piercing my face the best I could.
Wasn't really much but to turn away for real.
"You cant be serious Milan, you pregnant again?" Sam asked once again.
"Yeah maybe—
"I could slap you."
"Ian know you was fucking like that girl, you fucking-fucking." Fiona looked me up and down before laughing, "this is hilarious."
"No it's not Rae!" Sammy snaked her head at her, "How long you been keeping this shit a secret."
"Does it matter—
"Yes it does bitch cause half the shit we get into don't need to involve you if you got a plus one on you kid. That shit ain't rocking wit me B."
"I'm fine aren't I."
"Girl—
"All Sammy is saying is you need to open yo mouth about shit like this cause you know how shit get out here and we love you." Fiona side eyed Sammy. "So how long?"
"I found out not even 2 weeks ago I think." I shrugged, "I'm not even worried about it for real, I don't know why you making it such a big deal Sammy."
"How can you say some shit like that? I been letting you hit from my bottles and everything—
I shrugged, "I'm high risk anyway."
"So just kill yo baby while you at it right?" I looked at my nail tech and he looked at me before looking at the women beside him. As if on sync they all put our hands in front of the fan leaving us be.
"I'm not killing it bitch."
"Then what you calling it?" She laughed. "What you call it Rae?"
"Girl—"
"Shut up Sammy."
"Don't tell me to shut up cause you don't like what I'm saying, you don't care about it that much you speeding up the process?"
"I'm not saying that—"
"But it's what you doing, you don't give a fuck." She grilled me. "Does Ron know?"
"Yeah, he want his parents to know and everything." I rolled my eyes.
"And I'm guessing you don't want them too?" Fi asked.
"No."
"Cause you tryna kill yo baby? Why not just have an abortion bitch?"
"Why you so fucking high strung on this drinking shit. Donna drank her whole fucking pregnancy—
"You're not Donna bitch." Sam rose her voice.
"Y'all need to chill we in a place of business and y'all starting to get real loud." Fi looked at both of us since she was sitting in the middle, "Ion agree what you doing either Mi, but you don't have to get on her like that—
"It's exactly why I didn't wanna tell y'all right now."
"Shut up Mi, you don't be hearing yo self you just a whole.... dumb fuck."
I could tell she was pissed off and my actions over the past few months with her were replaying in her head like crazy with the news that I just gave her, you could tell it was all on her grill.
But talking some more would just turn into a screaming match and she'd for sure tell Cakes and I'd for sure be having the same argument later... so I just sat there and shut up.
We paid for our nails awkwardly and we were riding awkwardly too. I could see Fiona glancing at Sammy every three seconds and it was making me anxious.
If it's one thing I know about Sammy, it's that when it's some on her mind and she need to talk to somebody about it she was gone do that with the first bitch to listen and quite frankly Fiona was there when it happened so —I can't let her go on blabbing to Cakes.
I'm not gone lie I was a bit anxious to speak up cause she was already irked but I couldn't help it, I don't wanna have this conversation in depth right now. Not ever for real —
"You not gone tell Cakes are you?"
"Stop talking to me."
"But you not right?" I asked again.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Cause she's gone say the same shit you said Sammy dang, why you gotta be so difficult like I just found out not too long ago me drinking then ain't gone affect now." I huffed, "I went to the doctor and got checked and shit and everything is good. I wasn't even suppose to be pregnant this shit is weird."
"It's too much and I'm pretty sure getting a abortion just gone fuck me up more, so ima just rock this shit out; I haven't even been doing allat extra shit I promise you."
I watched her posture relax as she smacked her lips, finally saying, "ight. Fine, Ian gone say shit to Cakes."
"Thank you." I hugged her from the back, " I really don't feel like having this conversation with her."
"So when were you?" Fi asked me, I shrugged. "I guess after Ron tell his people."
"And when was that?" Sammy asked me.
"Girl I don't know honestly, but he's been talking about letting them know since I told him." I rolled my eyes, "I want him to wait till my 2nd trimester but he don't know about Miyagi yet."
"So he thinks it's yo first?"
"Exactly." I stressed, "it's embarrassing."
"I mean why not just tell him then? He seems hella understanding."
Smacking my lips I unintentionally rolled my eyes at her assumption, "I don't know what he gone think but I don't want his view of me to be fucked up afterwards."
"Girl I think you thinking into it a little deep."
"No I just know Ron." I laughed, "He doesn't even who my first was— wait until he finds out I had a rape baby— oh what can't say had he died before he even came out my fucking vagina."
"Mi—
"He wants the whole fucking world to know I have a broken pussy too!? I can't even give birth right—" I continued laughing and started crying outta nowhere— fuck, me.
"I love Ron so much, but I hate the fact I'm with him because I can't be the girl he wants." I started to cry, "He actually wants to know me, but when he does get to know me that white picket fence image he has is for sure going to alter. He already thinks I cheat on him because he caught me talking to a football player a long ass time ago — I don't even remember that nigga name!"
"Mi—
"I'm scared to tell him. I've tried so many times dude and I choke every time."
"We understand Mi." Fi said softly, "and yo pussy not broken okay." I rolled my eyes, "Okay Mi."
"Okay—
"Joe did that shit fuck him. You gotta let go of the hold he still got on you."
"Are you gonna teach me how to do that since it's so easy?" I didn't mean to come off as a bitch but Fiona still isn't over the shit and Sammy acts as if What happened to her was all about consent so seems to me no one has the answers.
"Fi just tryna help you—
"No one can fuckin help me Sammy. At this point I'm just stuck."
"You not stuck." Fi said with a attitude, turning back to look at me. "And you right no one can help you. Or me, or Sammy." Her and Sammy shared a look, "it's a internal thing, and whether you fucking believe me or not I am over what my uncle did to me— yeah it still hurts that my mom didn't believe me, yeah sex isn't always great but I don't let what he did stop me from finding the freedom in myself to say fuck him— I'm fucking these tricks for me." She said making us laugh a little brighting up the space a little before continued talking.
" Mi, I'm telling you, you are not stuck. You simply tryna find the footing in the door for you to get comfortable, but you can't get comfortable with Ron until you're comfortable with yourself— and that's real shit baby girl. Shit it's everything, and when you find that all this shit gone seem nonexistent, feel me."
"I hear you." I nodded sadly, "I'm not comfortable yet." I admitted, "How do I get comfortable?"
She shrugged making a face I couldn't explain and Sammy shrugged the same. "It's a you thing." She concluded.
I understood completely after that.
Fi got comfortable with herself by fucking. Honest truth her uncle fucked her up, then she met the gang and started hoeing— but she a good hoe I'm not even gone lie that's why I don't talk about it.
She told me herself that her uncle made her so devalued that she had to find that in other people. Fucking being the outlet cause well Niggas other then her uncle but that's also another story—
But I can't fuck everybody.
And Sammy, Sammy just act like the bad shit never happened in the first place. Sammy is just Sammy.
I don't know what makes me comfortable— Except for Nae, Ro and the gang I don't think I'm ever really been comfortable.
All the conversations with Nae I used to have with her about opening all made since but her dying just made all that shit seem ten times harder.
She didn't have the answers for real either.
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//November 26, 2015\\
//Royal\\
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I excersized as I was being held in a cell by myself. They had too since me and last bunk mate got into it—
He seen a picture of Mi and thought it was cute to smack off to it— and let's just say I hope cuh can have kids afterwards.
That was literally a day after I had talked to her, I been here ever since. It's thanksgiving now and im suppose to be at home begging Dyamond to let me go to her mama house to get a plate like I did last year— but no.
Im fucking stuck.
I just wish I could pin point what bitch could do me in like this, like I took the charge head on to get off on a easier timein— waiting for a trial on some bullshit is od so I was gone take these couple months head up.
I just really couldn't fathom one of my bitches doing this to me.
I love all my bitches...
Now some bitches gotta get tha boot after this shit.
KNOCK
KNOCK
"Yo!" A CO called out opening the door, "Come on King, you gotta visitor."
"After this, im outta here?" I asked. He smiled, "No."
I laughed anyway getting up, letting him chain me up like a modern day slave.
I wondered if it was a random lawyer visit or some but ion know — it could be Mi.
Nah, she would've told me in advance.
It wasn't long till I found out who it was, and to say I was "shocked" would be an understatement. I couldn't help the sly grin, "What changed ya Mind all of a sudden?"
"That's the first thing you say after not seeing yo daughter?"
"Girl." I tilted my head before motioning my head to a sleeping Lo, "When she fall asleep."
She shrugged, "Waitin on them to let us through." I laughed, "what you laughing for?"
"I'm laughing at you clown." She handed me over my baby. I admired Lo in my arms before glancing up at Dya catching her checking me out. "Ima snack huh?"
"Boy get the fuck on." She laughed. "She just missed her dad so I had to bring her, Happy thanksgiving nigga."
"Right, happy thanksgiving. Thank you." I kissed Lo's head, "you're welcome." She smiled.
I honestly missed her big head ass too, I wonder if she missed me. "You know you missed me too."
"Yeah right—
"Miss this dick being dropped off too I'm sure."
"Boy you need to calm down with allat okay."
"Right right, yo lil boyfriend?" My head tilted ever so slightly, "how is that nigga? He good, keeping my pussy warm?" I teased grinning.
She smacked her lips, "Something like that." Hmm, "But it ain't like I got him around Loyal or some crazy."
"I hope not." I nodded as the room started to get awkwardly quiet between us. "I'd hate to come home and both my girls calling some other nigga daddy, that'd be crazy." I eyed her intently.
Ian believe her— but ima let her have her fun. "You know we could really be friends Dy, if you just be a little honest with me sometimes."
"Royal don't start talking about honesty when you the last Nigga to be honest." She rolled her eyes, "Why you just can't let shit be?"
"Cause you do dumb shit. And last of all the niggas you hang around ain't baby proof— you sure the nigga you wit real life cool."
"He's good, you acting like you don't have Lo around X'on and his dumbass friends—
"They don't come around Lo at all." I tried to tell her, "All I'm saying is, I would like for you to really get to know dude before you have him around my daughter—
"What make you think I don't know him—
"Oh so y'all serious." I cooed she immediately interrupted me— "you need to chill."
"How you gone do me like this?"
"Do you like what Royal?" I couldn't help hunt to laugh. "You keep me feeling like a side bitch."
"You playing." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm just saying." I shrugged once again. "You know I love my lil family, I'd hate to have you come up missing, you keep playing with me baby."
"Hmmm, and suddenly them allegations feeling a little real—
"Girl you know Ian putting my hands on No Bitch get real." I smacked my lips, "Smack bitches when I'm fucking that's about it."
"We'll see." She smiled.
"What you mean?" I mugged her, "You being funny ion even know which bitch this about."
"Maybe you should've kept yo dick in yo pants then."
"Whatever bro," I waved her off. "It sucks to know my baby momma not even on my side for real."
"Ion know what you do in yo free time—
"It ain't beating on bitches get real." She just kept on laughing at me. I was a little annoyed but shit whatever.
The visit went smooth you feel me, it's nice not fighting with yo baby momma every time y'all speak feel me, especially being in here and worrying about my case and the one cops tryna brew up on my mans— the conversation was like a breath of fresh air im not even gone hold you and that shit means a lot to me.
Shelia won't even come visit me, so seeing my lil family was everything to me and watching them leave lowkey hurt I'm not even gone lie like— being in here really make you miss the little things.
And Dy was looking mad thick man.
Too thick, man her nigga laying pipe and ion like it.
Mann she got the game so fucked up.
"Ayo X I got a job fa you."
"Nigga they letting you use the phone now?" X'on laughed at me. I smacked lips, "Not fa long bitch, do me a favor and keep tabs on Dya that bitch gotta new Nigga, I need to know some."
"Language King—
Man suck my dick
"Ight G I gotchu... you want me to stalk the bitch?" I could tell this Nigga was faded so I wasn't tripping on him calling Dy out her name.
"Man anything, I need to know the nigga she fuckin wit—something G."
"Ight fasho I gotchu."
I was glad Smith let me use the phone on the way back no kizzy cause man that shit was gone eat me the fuck up yo man.
Who the fuck, fucking my baby momma bruh.
Maybe that's my fault though—
Not everybody know Lo my daughter but everybody know Loyal momma—
It wasn't on purpose shit just happened too fast feel me, what niggas don't know won't hurt them—
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//Milan\\
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"You look Cute." Cakes told me peaking her head in the bathroom door.
I smiled, "Thank you girl."
"You nervous or some?" She asked me with a smile, I shrugged not really sure of my emotions. It's bittersweet for me.
Last time I talked to Jen was for Ro and that didn't really go great— I was thankful she asked her people for me but I don't know, I always felt like dead weight when I asked for favors it's not like I go around like that anymore so I don't know it felt weird.
"You can come with us—
"No I'm going." I slightly laughed at the suggestion, "Besides Rome coming to get me."
"Oh really?"
"He called and asked if I had a ride."
"And you said no?"
"He implied it." I shrugged, "I'm not tripping though."
"Mhm." She leaned in the bathroom getting comfortable, "You know what, I'm actually happy for you girl."
"What you mean?" I smiled.
"You taking the next steps babes." She said coming behind me taking the flat iron from me to get the points I couldn't tame. "I'm proud of you."
"Thank you Cakes." Yeah I'm not telling her shit.
Eventually, I got the text from Rome telling me he was outside I was more then happy to dip out with my big cousin.
I was surprised seeing Scoobs in his passenger but didn't pay him no mind as I reached for that same car door handle, he looked me like I had nuts for a chin.
"What you doing shorty, hop yo ass in the back." He laughed me off turning to Rome, thinking he was gone get the same reaction but no.
Sadly mistaken.
"Nigga hop yo ass in the back, move allat extra shit too while you at it man." Ghost told him not even looking up from his phone texting.
I laughed to myself, but humbly moved out Scoobs way as he hopped in the back like a good little boy would.
Ion know where Rome found this man, but he needs to take em back he don't know the program.
"Hey Cuzzo." I hugged his side as began to skirt off. I heard him suck his teeth and got up off him, "Okay Mr. Stank Attitude."
"Shit it ain't my fault." He rubbed his face, "We gotta stop by the trap real quick ight."
"What happened? Ian get no text or none."
"You ain't in that circle shorty." Scoobs laughed sparking the wood, "Yous a child."
"Boy fucking please." I rolled my eyes, "You don't know me."
"Shiiiiii—
"The fuck that's suppose to mean—
"Aye y'all need to chill all that shit out. Stop actin like this ain't my lil cousin my nigga—
"I'm just fucking with her."
"Don't play with her."
"Man—
"I said don't play with her." He finally looked up at one of us shit finally. But it wasn't a good look Ian even gone hold you.
And it got his bitch ass to shut the fuck up the whole ride.
~
We had touched down at the trap almost an hour ago, usually I'd be chilling and shit, but I'm faded smoking with G whose surprisingly enough not in that meeting and out here with me and Bubbles and some new bitch who I forgot name was— and I just wanted to see what Jen had made.
But I'm stuck listening to G talk about his new kinda old bitch problems cause Fo don't like to listen to em anymore, "A nigga can't even take a shit without her thinking I'm fucking talking to somebody until I come out. Who the fuck talks in the bathroom?"
"A lot of people?" Bubbles looked at him confused. "Me." Homegirl laughed—
I really forgot her name, it's something ghetto though. "You feel me though Mi right like, you been dealing with tall man's how long?"
"A year and some change." I shrugged not seeing where he was going wit this.
"And you ain't never had to do no shit like that right—
"Ron ain't never cheated on me before—
"I FUCKED THAT GIRL ON ACCIDENT!" He slurred making us all laugh cause no he didn't.
"Either way though he can't be in yo situation cause Ron don't do the shit you do. Especially how I get down."
"Bro." Me and Bubbles laughed reminiscing about the party even though it was more embarrassing than funny.
G just smacked his lips and slouched though. He seemed real life stressed about his bitch not trusting him and I mean it's understandable.
Giovanni is a lying man whore who can't be trusted BUT he actually likes this bitch Ian ever seen him talk about a bitch so much— so much I remembered the bitch name.
Vicky.
He like her white ass a lot.
Ian never met her. That's how I know he likes her alot.
Either that or he ashamed. Or Vicky really a man. Aww my Brodie. I laid my head on his shoulder and looked up at him.
"It's gonna be ok G. You want real advice, be real life truthful with her."
"What you mean?"
"It's obvious she just insecure about y'all status, be a hunnid with her or break up it's that simple. It's only gone get worse if she don't trust you." I leaned off him tapping his chest twice.
He laughed obnoxiously saying, "bitches always say break up—
"I said talk first dick head." I slapped his chest harshly. "Stop lying to the bitch about who you are whore."
"Ion lie."
"Yeah right. You still lying about not being ga—
"Stop fucking playing wit me Mi." He started playing fighting me softly as we laughed.
"I'm just playing G damn sis." I continued to laugh as he let me go a little irked but tickled none the less as he began rolling yet another wood.
Again I started getting curious, "Why you not in there?"
"Shit ion like being down there they do too fucking much." He grimaced in horror shaking his head. Me and the girls zoomed in intrigued.
"What you mean?" I chuckled, "I thought they was in a meeting."
"Girl they In that fucking basement." He stated matter factly, "Mm mm."
"Take me." I asked him, "I'm lowkey ready to leave I need to tell Rome."
"Girl you know the rules better then me." Bubbles laughed sipping some of her drink, "We don't go down there."
"Bitch— I'm going down there." I dusted off my shoes before standing up maneuvering my way down the stairs.
Fucking big ass bodyguard Tommy brick built ass always wanna be somewhere— "Gone somewhere Snap."
"Man Tommy ain't nobody worried about you, and you bet not pick me up blood." I stood In front of him tryna get past him but no— "why I can't go in?"
"You got a card to go in?" He pondered pointed behind to the door down the hall.
I smiled innocently, "Do I really need one for real?"
"Gone somewhere Snap." He laughed.
I smacked my lips, "Why I can't go in Tommy, dang. You know me how long?"
"Long enough fa you to be calling me Tommy but no shorty." He laughed, "gone back upstairs."
"Why you not letting me pass?" I laughed, "I thought we was like this." I showed him My locked fingers.
He shook his head, "You sound like a kid, you look like a kid, and you act like a—
"Maniac let me in." I laughed tryna get past him but his whole body blocked the rest of the hallway.
Oh my god. "Bro let me the fuck in for real this shit not funny no more ight im hungry let me at least tell Ghost Wussup."
"No trap Princess." His head tilted, "I got orders not to let yo deranged ass in."
"Deranged?" I gasped, that's not even me. "That was mean." I laughed it off and he shrugged me off.
"I know you gotta card on you."
"And do." He smirked. I returned the favor, "give it to me the door for 100?"
"3–
"Nigga what?" I mugged him. He laughed getting serious, "I could lose my life fucking round with you I got kids lil ma."
"150 then–
"260–
"Fuck for real." I mugged him. "Yep."
"No fuck 200–
"290–
"Tommy. 200! For real stop playing."
"I look like a clown to you." He mugged me, "Either you want this shit opened or not." He dangled the card over my head.
"210?"
"What's the difference from 200 Snap?" I was not fucking with him right now and he obviously was just fucking with but bro like "I'm not giving you 300 for a piece of plastic Tommy you're not finna die."
"250–
"Didnt you just say 210 wasn't good enough 50 short from 300 ain't shit, just do the 200! " He did not budge, he is not playing. "Oh my god bro."
"Stop actin broke." He held his hand out. "250."
"Fuck it fine just open the door." I slapped 245 in his hand making him over out the way.
I smiled as he counted the money about to make my way down the rest of the hallway until he pulled me back for the last 5. Fine. "Thank you Snap."
"Man whatever Tommy." Never the fuck again. When I finally got in there I was hit with a cold little mist before seeing 3 niggas JRoc, Cooks, and Feddi in what looked to be a little booth and the Niggas looked like they were watching a movie— they didn't even notice I was walking in until I stood next to Cooks front and center watching a man get butchered Alive— literally.
It was both Herc and Rome in there talkin to some nigga with full on body suites— except the man wasn't talking nomore. Yeah, he was whole ass disfigured and had his guts pouring out of him.
"What the fuck are y'all doing?" They all jumped at the sound of my voice muting the inside of the booth when Rome start to grill the whimpering man all over again.
"Girl you just missed the grand finale." Feddi laughed on his phone just before Herc and Rome left out and a group of niggas went in to clean that shit up.
Good thing it's a lil drain shit in there I guess, that shit is literally demonic.
That shit looked tight.
Bro what—
"Hellloooo fuck!" Cooks waved at me confused, "how you get through Tommy?"
"Does it fucking matter I'm here now." I started touching buttons and shit the immediately retracted my steps Ian know what the fuck I was pushing.
"You ain't suppose to be in here." JRoc scolded me.
"It's thanksgiving." I shrugged, "none of us should be in here." Smiling I got comfortable showing them I wasn't leaving, "So why they did that?"
"It ain't yo fucking business." I jumped lowkey at the sound of Rome's voice. "How you get back here man."
I shrugged not saying shit about shit, "You got a lil blood right— you know what I'll get it." I rubbed his cheek off for him, "Ready to go?"
I didn't give him a chance to reply as I waved smiling at the boys and hugging Herc before I left out.
I was going to go back to G5 and Bubbles, but I seen Ray so you know I had to go talk to himmm.
He stay tryna get me to either go to a party or to do his hair— I barely do my own shit, but I just kept telling him I will.
One day. "Let's Go."
When we got in the car it was a comfortable quiet as he sparked his wood. I wasn't gone say shit about what I saw, but he felt like saying something.
"You took that shit like a G."
"I didn't cut him open." I shrugged declining the wood from him. He shrugged taking a pull again. "You still took that shit." He nodded, "you seen some shit huh."
"I seen enough." I shrugged, "Not as much as you that's for sure."
He laughed at me nodding. "Yeah."
"But you came along why Mi. I don't wanna say it how I'm finna say it but," he took a breath, "I'm proud of you."
"You proud of me? For what?"
"You know hold yo own without calling me." He shrugged, "Under the circumstances it sucked watching you blossom but I'm proud at the fact you ain't dead yet." I laughed at him.
"Thank you I guess." He turned on the music up in the car and continued driving to Jen house.
When we got there and he parked he told me, "We family you don't gotta be nervous."
And I understood him whole heartedly it was just, you can't help but to be a little nervous.
We got out the car and walked up the stoop. Opening the door the smell of childhood breached my nose and the room erupted with his for me.
Everyone was here, it was packed. "Oh wow you came?!" Val came over to hug me, "I thought they was lying Jen gone be happy as hell to see you."
"Is she really?" I sarcastically said. Val smacked her lips taking me into the kitchen where Jen was with The Rod's other grandmother Loretta. I was shocked to see her, last I heard the her in an institution.
"Mi you here!?" Tio came over hugging me, "It's been forever!"
"Oh my god, nigga in a minute you gone be taller then me." I hugged Tailan back. This nigga what 12 and he still shaped like a lil elementary kid.
It was cute he my lil baby.
"I'm already taller then you." He exaggerated I just waved him off as he pulled me into the kitchen.
Jen was too busy cooking still like— the food should've been done. "You still cooking?"
"Girl." She sighed eyed me before dropping everything to come and hug me.
"These big head ass kids not helping me."
"We not suppose too." Tyler laughed walking out before Jen could say something to him. Jen just kept staring me in my face— like she was reminiscing.
I was happy when she finally let me go. "It's just the last of this Mac girl come help me."
"Damn all that cheese—" Rome grimaced, I scoffed. "It's the best part."
"You just need to get yo ass out the kitchen." She kicked him out before screaming for Val to bring her ass in here.
Val and her homegirls surprisingly different bitches. "Y'all this my cousin Mi, Mi this Bre, Chanel, and Justice."
"Hi." I greeted nicely going back to what I was doing as her homegirls did the same.
After a time the nerves I thought I was gone be having all throughout weren't even in my mind anymore.
No, it was actually fun as thee fuck and I was glad I actually came.
I lowkey missed coming over here and being apart of their fiascos again.
Mann just Bebe kids you feel me, reminiscing the bad shit we used to do and everything.
We ate together like a family. Shit I felt like I belonged.
It was going on 9 and everything was fine and groovy— complacent.
It was brick as fuck outside but it didn't stop me, Rome, Ty, and Siah from going outside.
We was smoking and just talking shit. Being us, "Siah you know damn well you don't need to hit this shit!"
"Nigga YOU know you don't need this shit." Siah laughed taking the wood from Ty, "This ain't gone have no type of impact on you Nigga."
Ty smacked his lips, "Nigga shut up."
"He being real though." Rome snatched the wood from Siah, "Nigga scouts finna be looking fa yo ass."
"They already are lemme have fun before the season Damn." Siah smacked his lips annoyed, "Y'all don't ever let me do shit fun."
"What we count fun is dangerous boo." I said before laughing at him, taking the wood from Rome. This shit going out, "Where the lighter?"
"Shit in the house." Rome laughed flicking his lighter showing it was out. I don't carry lighters and Ty didn't have one. "Shit niggas might as well go to store—
Ty nodded, "That bottle huh?"
"You already know."
"We should get some fireworks while we at it?" I suggested as we all started walking to Rome car.
Ty smacked his lips, "it's thanks giving."
"Exactly."
Rome had left earlier so he came back Parking was basically gone, ain't nobody tell him to park around the corner though.
"Why you didn't double park till niggas moved bruh?" Siah playfully asked.
Rome laughed, "When you start driving and shit let me know how that turn out fa you."
"Man that's yo car them lil niggas on?" Ty asked getting Rome attention. We'd just hit the corner and seen the huddle around Rome decked out ass G-Wagon.
I mean a nice ass car in the hood, they should've knew it was only two different types of people pushing this bitch.
I dropped the wood already knowing Rome was gone be on one seeing them taking pictures around his car.
Don't do no crazy shit—
Shut up bitch. "Ayoooo yall good man?!" He called out to them, one of them hopped off the car— he was cute.
But the other one, the ringleader he stayed seated. "This yo car?" He asked as we continued walking up.
"Yeah man." Rome humbly nodded, "We finna leave so y'all can hang up the photo shoot—
"Photo shoot?" Him and his friends laughed as he hopped off the hood. "Nah I was just admiring my new car."
"Yo new car?" Rome mugged them, before laughing. "Man go home before I make you."
"Nigga make me do what cuh?" Homeboy showed us his gun. His friends laughed and huddle around him, boosting his ego— they didn't even know who they were fucking wit.
"Lil boy, you showing me that; you better be ready to fucking use it." Rome pulled out his gun, "It's thanksgiving Ima give you five fucking seconds to get the fuck on."
"Rome—
"Shut up Mi." He was so serious. "One."
"Two, three." POP
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After I seen that boy pull out his gun something in me flicked fast. All I seen was Siah trying to to run away and fireworks sparking everything I had to duck out for real as Tyler and Rome ran closer to them niggas.
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"Shit." I heard Ty exclaim from behind me. I'd blacked out, I couldn't really tell you shit besides that had transpired after I ducked from behind that car and fucked up my side— had I not heard Tyler really yelling my name I wouldn't have came back to reality and seen Tyler two to three houses behind me.
"Shit, Mi help me!"
I ran to him with no hesitation, and seen Rome laid out like, laid out. Siah ass was nowhere to be found as I looked around seeing lights turning on and I was getting stupid scared.
"Help me Mi!" Ty yelled at me getting me out my head. Shit I couldn't help him. Shit I ran past him and Rome— until I past Siah a block from where all this shit started from.
How this nigga get shot running home?
"Siah.." I leaned down to see him just like coughing on his blood, I look down and I see I already got blood on me so I take off my mittens quick and look for the wound or whatever to cover it fast just thinking quick type cause I didn't have my phone.
"I'm finna go get help Siah. Keep yo hands just like this okay, ima go get some help."
I said pulling his damn near 6'1 150 pound body all the way out the street onto somebody lawn going to the first door I seen blaming that bitch down as hard as I could before I left running down the block to Jen house.
I guess it was all on adrenaline, but I was exhausted like I did not feel okay at all while I was running for that short minute.
My body felt like it was burning from the bottom up. "Jen! Jen!" I panted out busting in the house.
They all gasped and ran up to me yelling and shit, "Mi you bleeding what the fuck, why you bleeding?!
It wasn't even about me, "Rome and Siah got shot down the street." I panted out falling on the floor.
Val and her homegirls ran out the house along with Tio but Jen started checking me, "You got shot too! You don't feel that shit!?"
"Wait I got shot too? Fuck."
ENDING OF CHAPTER XIV
Stray Bullets