A/N : hey y'all....
i was gone due to problems with my family. a lot had been going on , and my head/mental was all fucked up. i'm doing a lot better now. i love you guys. ❤️
also rest in peace jahseh, shits crazy. he was the last person i expected to die, and his music helped me through my depression back in 2016. it's great that he changed his life around before he passed.
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two months later...
"she would reminisce
on the times that she
was truly happy."
➳ o m n i s c i e n t .
kenzie washed her face, and looked in the mirror. for the past two months, she had been so out of it.
she knew exactly what was wrong with her. in fact, she wasn't the only one that was depressed.
all of her friends were. all of their behavior's changed, even her sons. yet, when everyone asks them if they were okay, they would say that they were fine,
while in reality, they were hurting deeply inside.
kenzie put on a pair of grey sweatpants, and a black spaghetti strap. she threw her hair up into a high ponytail, and put on lip gloss.
she went back into her bedroom to see yet another note taped onto her window. kenzie didn't have the money to move out of her house yet, so she would continuously get random notes.
she didn't even care to read them anymore, because it was basically the same thing being said over and over, but in different words.
she walked to nasir's crib, and picked him up.
"milk." he said. kenzie walked downstairs, with nasir in her arms. she went into the kitchen, and made him a bottle of milk.
she gave him the bottle, and he started to drink it. she walked out of the kitchen, and put him into his high chair that was in the living room.
she sat down on the couch, and turned on the tv. she put on a kids tv show. she proceeded to lay down on the couch.
she simply just stared at the ceiling. kenzie found herself doing this a lot lately. she would just stare at the ceiling, and reminisce.
she would reminisce on the times that she was truly happy.
the reason why kenzie and everyone was acting like this is cause glizzy was shot.
they shot him three times. twice in the shoulder, and one in the hand. he's been in the hospital since this occurred.
he was in a coma, and slowly dying. of course, everyone had hope that he would make it. but yet, everyday their hope weakens.
nasir finished his milk, and called his mom. kenzie got up from the couch, took the empty bottle from him, and put it in the kitchen.
she picked nasir up, and went back upstairs. she changed him into a white balmain shirt, black balmain, and white balenciagas.
she slipped on her old black oreo 5s, and walked back down the stairs. she left her house, and got into her car.
she was going to see glizzy in the hospital of course. she drove to the hospital, and parked her car.
she got out of the car, and went to the side of the car that nasir was sitting in. she opened the door, and took him out of his car seat.
she walked with him to the entrance of the hospital to see that everyone was standing there already. kim and al weren't at the house because they spent the night at nahmir's.
they walked to the front desk, and said glizzy's name. the lady informed them that they could go right in.
she didn't even need to tell them the room number, because they had memorized it.
they all walked into the room glizzy was in to see him fully awake eating fuckin' pie.
"bruh, what?" jay asked, and scratched his head.
"yo." glizzy said, and threw up a bunch a gang signs.
kenzie put nasir down, and ran towards glizzy. she gave him a big ass hug, and kissed him all over his face.
"damn, someone missed me." he said, and smirked.
"nigga, what?" she asked, and furrowed her eyebrows. "of course i missed you! it's been two months!"
"huh?" glizzy asked. "you trippin' bruh."
"nah, she's not." nahmir said.
"nigga... you mean to tell me i've been in a coma for two whole months?" glizzy asked, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"yes!" they all yelled at the same time.
"well damn." he mumbled. "we gone find out who the fuck shot at me, and kill they ass. got it?"
"yeah, we gotchu." kim said.
"kim, sit yo' ass down." kamari said. "you not killin' nobody."
"what if i want to?" kim asked.
"nah kim, you really not killin' nobody." al said. "we won't allow it."
"are y'all my father?" kim asked, and rolled her eyes.
"mane, your father was prolly the one who did this to the nigga." kade said.
"he actually could be right." jay said.
"or it could of been one of g's niggas." cordae said. "they've been out to get all of y'all for mad long."
"or that too." jay said, agreeing.
"this nigga jay agreeing with everyone." nahmir said, and laughed.
"nah, but in all honesty we gone find out who the fuck did this." glizzy said. "even if it kills me."
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➳ z i o n .
it's been three days since i woke up, and i had finally gotten out of the hospital.
they said i had to rest for a week, but nah fuck all that shit, i've rested long enough. tonight we was goin' out to find out who the fuck shot at me.
when we find out, imma torment the fuck outta them, and then kill their ass in the most slow and painful way possible. 😉
all the girls were staying home and babysitting nasir, nicola, and jaylen.
"y'all put all the shit in the car?" i asked.
"yup." they all said. we got into the car and i drove off full speed. it was around two in the morning.
"how we gone figure this shit out?" kamari asked.
"you act like we haven't done this before." al said, and shook his head.
"mane, shut the fuck up." kamari said. "you bout the most hated nigga in yb—
"bruh, can y'all shut up?" jay asked, and furrowed his eyebrows. "we gone find out who the fuck it is, damn."
"and what if we don't?" kamari asked.
"bruh, shut the f— why'd you bring these niggas?" cordae asked, and rolled his eyes.
"i'm just fuckin' with y'all." kamari said. "where we goin' first?"
"kenzie's dad old warehouse." i said, and drove even faster.
"you just passed it, dumbass." kade said, turning his head to look back.
"fuck." i said, and did a u-turn. there wasn't any cops in this area.
"sooo, kade... amanda really preg—
"lord, don't bring it up." kade said, cutting manny off.
"pullout game bout weak as—
"al, i know you ain't talkin'." nahmir said, and cackled.
"nigga you got a hoe pregnant, and then she left you with the baby by yo' self." al said. "she switched rolls on yo' ass."
everyone busted out into laughter including me.
"glizzy, you passed the damn warehouse again!" kamari yelled.
"FUCK BRUH!" i screamed, and slammed my head into the steering wheel.
"bruh, just let me drive this shit." kade said. we switched seats so that he was sitting in the driver's seat and i was sitting in the passengers seat.
he made a u-turn, and drove back off to the warehouse. we got there, and got out quietly.
"get the torturing shit." i said.
"glizzy— you bout crazy as a bitch." cordae said.
"he get it from his girlfriend." nahmir said.
"nigga, shut up and get the shit from the car!" i whisper-yelled. they went back to the car, while the rest of us tried to find a door to sneak in from.
we looked around, and all the doors were locked. i continued to look, until i finally found something.
a window that was cracked open, perfect.
"aye!" kamari whisper-yelled, and we all looked at him.
"what nigga?" cordae replied, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"y'all think 6ix9ine gone die?" he asked.
"the fu— nigga... y'all come here!" i whisper-yelled, and they all came to where i was.
"kamari you climb first." jay said.
"nigga what— why the fuck it gotta be me?!" he asked, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"you the smallest one out of all us." jay said, and shrugged.
"i'm the same height as nahmir nigga." he clapped back, and mugged him.
"oh shit... nahmi—
"no." nahmir said, cutting him off.
"mane, whatever... y'all some pussy niggas." kamari said, jumping through the window.
he pushed it up from the inside so the rest of us could fit. we climbed through the window, and jumped onto the floor.
we quietly snuck around the warehouse, trying to find things that would lead us to the nigga that tried to kill me.
"y'all look." al whispered, pointing to a bunch of niggas talking. we listened closely to what they were saying.
"y'all heard that he didn't actually kill that nigga?" one of them say.
"which one?" another one asked.
"that glizzy nigga." he said. "we keep shootin' at these ybn niggas and they just won't fuckin' die. niggas be respawning like some gta or some shit."
"but which one of them can we shoot at and make sure that they actually fuckin' die?" another one asked.
"hm, maybe one of the girls." he said. "give them a warning on not to mess with us ever again."
hell naw, got me fucked up.
"nah, that's a good idea." another one said. "which ones tho?"
"the youngest two... those lil niggas kamari and al's girlfriends."
"you said what?!" kamari and al yelled, poppin' out from where all of us were hiding.
"how the fuck you get in here?!"
"learn how to close ya windows dipshit." al said. "but you definitely not shootin' my girlfriend or my cousin let's get that straight."
"and who the fuck gone stop me?" one of them asked.
he looked familiar as hell, i looked even closer to see that it was a nigga that looked just like me but older.
my bitch ass father.
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